<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418</id><updated>2012-02-11T21:29:26.296+08:00</updated><category term='motivation'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='words of wisdom'/><category term='news'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='tips'/><category term='zikrullah'/><category term='picture story'/><category term='joke'/><category term='stories/lesson'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='love'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='journey'/><category term='health'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='deep thoughts'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>...oneness...</title><subtitle type='html'>(One God, One Love, One Heart, One Destiny.....)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-463375524313689043</id><published>2012-02-05T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:18:17.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ The Magic Keys ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s_ybVI4q_I/Ty5lEFGp6GI/AAAAAAAAA04/ZrQECNL1eaA/s1600/walk-with-integrity_t_nv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s_ybVI4q_I/Ty5lEFGp6GI/AAAAAAAAA04/ZrQECNL1eaA/s320/walk-with-integrity_t_nv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705608898688968802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="yiv1255731186span30" class="yiv1255731186normaltext"&gt;Have the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1328173531_0"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; to say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="yiv1255731186span30" class="yiv1255731186normaltext"&gt;                  Have the courage to face the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="yiv1255731186span30" class="yiv1255731186normaltext"&gt;                  Do the right thing because it is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="yiv1255731186span30" class="yiv1255731186normaltext"&gt;                  These are the magic keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="yiv1255731186span30" class="yiv1255731186normaltext"&gt;                  to living your life with integrity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-463375524313689043?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/463375524313689043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=463375524313689043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/463375524313689043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/463375524313689043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2012/02/magic-keys.html' title='~ The Magic Keys ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s_ybVI4q_I/Ty5lEFGp6GI/AAAAAAAAA04/ZrQECNL1eaA/s72-c/walk-with-integrity_t_nv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5012278145159589913</id><published>2012-02-02T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T09:06:13.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ Fear ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-13425" title="164542_10150120702966970_383634286969_8231282_5608550_n" src="http://islamgreatreligion.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/164542_10150120702966970_383634286969_8231282_5608550_n.jpg?w=480&amp;amp;h=400" alt="" width="480" height="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A young man came to a shaykh and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;,  “I am a young man with strong desires. I cannot help looking at people  when I am in the bazaar(market). What do I do?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The  shaykh handed him a  cup of milk that was full to the brim, and told  him to deliver it to an  address that would take the young man directly  through the bazaar  (market). He then instructed the young man that the  milk should not  spill, and the man said that it would not. The shaykh  then summoned one  of his students and told him to accompany the man  through the bazaar to  the destination, and to severely beat him if any  milk were to spill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This man successfully took the milk to  the destination and returned to  give the good news to the shaykh. The  shaykh asked, “Tell me, how many  sights and faces did you see in the  bazaar?” The man replied  incredulously, “Sheik, I didn’t even realize  what was going on around  me. I was only fearful of the beating and  disgrace that I would have to  endure in public if a drop of milk were  to spill.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The shaykh smiled and  said, “It is the same with a  believer. The believer fears that Allah  may disgrace him in front of  the entire creation on the Day of Judgment  if his faith were to spill  over from his heart.” Such people save  themselves from sin because they  constantly remain focused on the Day of  Judgment !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Fear of ALLAH SWT is the best thing what  a servant (of ALLAH) can  take as a provision for the goodness of his  Deen (way of life). ALLAH  SWT states,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“And take provisions, but indeed, the best provision is fear (of ALLAH)”&lt;/strong&gt; [Baqarah 2: 197]. No good deed is acceptable except that which is a result of Taqwa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALLAH says:&lt;strong&gt; “But righteousness is (in) one who fears (ALLAH)” &lt;/strong&gt;[Baqarah 2:189].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5012278145159589913?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5012278145159589913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5012278145159589913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5012278145159589913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5012278145159589913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2012/02/fear.html' title='~ Fear ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-2721666414241107571</id><published>2012-02-01T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:43:58.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ The Uncertainty of Certainty ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBUStVgaIo8/TygoNMbAM8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/3QUqBhrz2p4/s1600/bild_201011_verunsichern_aber_richtig_550_550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBUStVgaIo8/TygoNMbAM8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/3QUqBhrz2p4/s320/bild_201011_verunsichern_aber_richtig_550_550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703853135202628546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. If you're sure you're right, you're        probably wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. What one needs to believe is precisely what one        needs not to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Certainty is a wall one erects around        doubt. The stronger the doubt, the stronger the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. The most        consistent source of error is not ignorance but knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5.  What        we know is like a flashlight on a moonless night --  essential for getting        around. But often it is better to turn the  flashlight off and let our eyes        get used to the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-2721666414241107571?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2721666414241107571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=2721666414241107571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2721666414241107571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2721666414241107571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2012/02/uncertainty-of-certainty.html' title='~ The Uncertainty of Certainty ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBUStVgaIo8/TygoNMbAM8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/3QUqBhrz2p4/s72-c/bild_201011_verunsichern_aber_richtig_550_550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7593024928660748336</id><published>2012-01-19T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:01:15.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Afraid ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmajLgIDpS4/Tx5zS13SHqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6665ok03V6E/s1600/1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmajLgIDpS4/Tx5zS13SHqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6665ok03V6E/s320/1319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701120945831419554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Laugh,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Smile,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Sing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Trust,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when your heart begs you not to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Twirl,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Frolick,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when you are made fun of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Sleep,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when it feels like you can't run any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;even when you have been hurt many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;And, always, remember, even when the memories  pinch your heart.  Because the pain of all your experience is what  makes you the person you  are now. And without your experience---you are  an empty page, a blank  notebook, a missing lyric. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What makes you brave is your  willingness to  live through your terrible life and hold your head up  high the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger  now, after all the  crap has happened, than you ever were back before  it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7593024928660748336?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7593024928660748336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7593024928660748336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7593024928660748336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7593024928660748336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2012/01/afraid.html' title='~ Afraid ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmajLgIDpS4/Tx5zS13SHqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6665ok03V6E/s72-c/1319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-9216196843777140806</id><published>2012-01-14T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:27:34.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~  Hurting inside ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHie6AXuz6c/TxESIAinjjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/u-guxklGhOM/s1600/6d72b22343c8bcf98bf90233cd6d6f26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHie6AXuz6c/TxESIAinjjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/u-guxklGhOM/s320/6d72b22343c8bcf98bf90233cd6d6f26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697354932393840178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:x-small;"  &gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our lives can often be difficult, harsh and unkind...&lt;br /&gt;dealing with highly emotional situations, unable to unwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;When   we are hurting inside our pain is much more intense,&lt;br /&gt;there are no   medications to get some relief,&lt;br /&gt;overly active minds, unable to relax,   another night without sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Desperately, searching for a solution, all  we can draw are blank...&lt;br /&gt;becoming frustrated, falling in too deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Try not to be too hard on yourself and allow a rapid decline.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have been there and nearly crossed the invisible line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is always hope, even when our lives are crumbling in a state of decay.&lt;br /&gt;Pry open the door of hope and let some sunlight in...&lt;br /&gt;the emotional pain lessens at the start of a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reach out to positive people and listen to what they say.....&lt;br /&gt;we all deserve to be happy and enjoy every new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-9216196843777140806?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696019996972071506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We cannot give what we do not have &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot bring peace to the world &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;if we ourselves are not peaceful. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot bring love to the world &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;if we ourselves are not loving. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our true gifts to ourselves &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and others &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lies not in what we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but...... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;in who we are !      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4763286150924359886?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4763286150924359886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4763286150924359886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4763286150924359886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4763286150924359886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2012/01/gift.html' title='~ Gifts ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbhSg4zlCqw/TwxUAikKulI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ZWe-t6fo5N4/s72-c/2473964680c4eeeb9e7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4043534159251388153</id><published>2012-01-01T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:50:23.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ A Beauty of Life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWaPyuKXCp0/Tv89H-nFe_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/7mnwa3tYiMk/s1600/Sunset_rainbow_by_msaric10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWaPyuKXCp0/Tv89H-nFe_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/7mnwa3tYiMk/s320/Sunset_rainbow_by_msaric10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692335661294910450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9acd32;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9acd32;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9acd32;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fa8072;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff7f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fa8072;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7fffd4;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff7f50;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#add8e6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9acd32;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9acd32;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9acd32;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fa8072;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff7f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fa8072;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffa500;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7fffd4;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff7f50;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#add8e6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Beauty of life I miss when my thoughts race in an unsteady haste&lt;br /&gt;Is worrying about problems the solution or is it only that I am making waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking what I have for granted instead of appreciating the good in life that awaits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I not take notice of the kindness others show or do I dwell on past experiences that arise which bring about the hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short not to have fun and experience the joy of giving and sharing one's self as I awake to a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To overcome the small unimportant problems or worries that mount because   of the lack of not understanding one's inner self and not applying   one's faith by turning and running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around and see what's before me and come to notice I have a choice either to live life to the fullest or watch it go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make of it and how you perceive yourself by making   positive choices and decisions that you will remember and know as your   time has passed that you will not have to ask yourself why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggles and challenges of making a living and caring for one's self and loved ones is what most of us live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the determination to make our lives more meaningful and happy as   difficult as this is to achieve when we fall short of our expectations   and cry out in silence of wanting more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who accepts the good with bad and glad I am healthy and   alive to be able to view life as the person who I am without regret or   sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for today to know my horizon can be reached for it is my tomorrow   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4043534159251388153?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4043534159251388153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4043534159251388153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4043534159251388153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4043534159251388153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2012/01/beauty-of-life.html' title='~ A Beauty of Life ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWaPyuKXCp0/Tv89H-nFe_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/7mnwa3tYiMk/s72-c/Sunset_rainbow_by_msaric10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4472172555232447896</id><published>2011-12-28T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:36:52.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ Enriching Thoughts ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2LL5XSPXGAs/TtbKItuB9HI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RfYUCBlB6fc/s1600/6-59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2LL5XSPXGAs/TtbKItuB9HI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RfYUCBlB6fc/s320/6-59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680950231034885234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; "&gt;The highest aim in life &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- To know God and do His will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most enriching good habit &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Complimenting others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most destructive bad habit &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest joy &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest loss &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Loss of self-respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most satisfying work &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Helping others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugliest personality trait -&lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt; Selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most endangered species &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Dedicated leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest natural resource &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Our youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugliest look &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- A frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest "shot in the arm" &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest problem to overcome &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective sleeping pill &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most crippling failure disease &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful forces in life&lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt; - Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dangerous piranha &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- A gossiper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Life-Giver &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- The Creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worlds most incredible computer &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- The brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing to be without &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadliest weapon &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- The tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two most power-filled words &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- "I Can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest asset &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most worthless emotion &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Self-pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most beautiful attire &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- A SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most prized possession &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Self esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful channel of communication &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most contagious spirit &lt;span style="color: orange; "&gt;- Enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4472172555232447896?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4472172555232447896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4472172555232447896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4472172555232447896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4472172555232447896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/12/enriching-thoughts.html' title='~ Enriching Thoughts ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2LL5XSPXGAs/TtbKItuB9HI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RfYUCBlB6fc/s72-c/6-59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7283063980505936013</id><published>2011-12-28T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:27:52.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ A Heart Full Of Love ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="topicdate nowrap"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogPhoto" id="DIV0476e21c-decf-4a1b-8f63-189407eca796"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="IMG0476e21c-decf-4a1b-8f63-189407eca796" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/1ae/efb/1aeefbf3-62ad-458d-80c4-20a245a720e1" title="" /&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;~ A Heart Full Of Love ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;* Anyone who is willing to listen can hear what is being said, even if no words are being spoken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;* Just how high can the human heart rise,  in a world so full of  uncaring eyes. Where animals suffer and children  die and people fight  wars without even knowing why. Where alcohol and  drugs cause wasted  lives, and shelters are full of unwed mothers and  battered wives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;But should the day come that man learns to  care,and wants to no  longer just take, but also to share. And he learns  that everything has  the right to live, and life is not something he  can take, but can not  give. When he learns to approach life with a  heart full of love, for  everything on earth and in the heavens above.  When he learns to do these  things he will have opened the door, to  knowing just how high, the  human heart can soar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;* I've been touched by the morning sun that  chases the night  away, and I've been touched by the gentle words that  love-struck poets  say. And I've been touched by the morning mist  everyone calls the dew,  but it all seems more beautiful now that I've  been touched by you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;* The pain we feel when someone leaves our life is in direct proportion to the joy they bring while a part of our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;* In every relationship there is a chance of  getting hurt, but  once we've known the joy of holding another close, we  realize thats a  chance we just have to take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;* We should do everything within reason to  save a good  relationship. But if we are constantly trying to save it,  it's probably  not a good relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;* When you truly know the meaning of the word love, you will also know the meaning of the word pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;* I've often wondered and racked my brain,  but I guess I'll  never know, why one person looks and sees the rain,  while another is  seeing a rainbow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;* In our language we have two words; solitude and loneliness. Solitude is being alone, without thinking about being alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;While loneliness is being alone, and being aware that your alone.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7283063980505936013?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7283063980505936013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7283063980505936013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7283063980505936013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7283063980505936013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-full-of-love.html' title='~ A Heart Full Of Love ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-203991383184247166</id><published>2011-12-08T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T01:19:23.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Life Is All Just But A Game ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogPhoto" id="DIVfecc9fb7-b531-41a9-bca7-6b79c327f8a5"&gt;                       &lt;a href="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/life/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/life/life_quotes_graphics_a1.gif" alt="Myspace Life Graphics Quotes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/life/" title="Life Myspace  Graphics Quotes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;We have  always been told not to treat life as a game and that we  have to be  serious about it. Yes, I totally agree on that but agreeing  that we  should be serious in our game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;There is nothing wrong with  treating life as a game as long as you  play it seriously. In fact if  you were to give it some serious thoughts,  life can indeed be just like  a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Perhaps, let us define what makes a game, a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I  should believe that you have personally played before, a variety  of  different games? Some would have been fun and amusing while some   boring. But be they however entertaining or not, all the games you have   played eventually lead to an ending didn't they? It was an either win  or  loses, or maybe even a draw for some.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's life! Just as  like a game, all our actions in life will lead  to a certain outcome  too. I should believe that you have heard of the  saying, you can either  be a winner or a loser in life? And I am sure you  would want to be a  winner in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, what matters is how you are going to play  this game of yours,  your very own game of life. And for your  information, your game has  already begun.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What is the key to winning a game?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The  key to winning a game is always to understand the objective of  the  game well. It is only when you are clear about the objective will  you  know how to go about playing the game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And what should the  objective of your game be? It is for you to  decide. Remember. This is  yours very own game, your very own life.  Before this game can proceed,  you have to first get your objective  right, knowing clearly what you  want for yourself in life. There is not  point rushing into the game.  Without a clear objective, you will  probably end up wasting your  precious time losing the very whole game.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lay down your objectives first and then you are ready to start your game.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Next, would be to work out some wise strategies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Get to understand the strength of you, yourself (the key  player) Now,  everyone is bound to be strong and weak in certain areas.  Ask yourself  what are you good in and what are you weak in? Attack the  game in those  areas you are strong in and avoid those where you are weak  at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Second:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Build up a strong ally or team. In this game, you are bound  to meet  many other different players. And remember, some are there to  help you  while some are there to harm and to put you down. Choose wisely  the  partners who can help you, especially in the areas you are weak in.   Your unique strengths plus theirs will make up the whole and together   this will be a strong team. To form a soccer team, you will need at   least eleven players each with their specialty, isn't it? Understand   this. You can never rule this world alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Third: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Plan your  attack. Once you get the foundation right, clearly  knowing the strength  and weakness of yourself and the players around  you, plan your moves  accordingly. Decide on a plan that best suits you  and your fellow team  players; a plan that is within the capability of  everyone. No point  having the best of plans when there is no one to  execute it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Take actions! Paper talk no matter how excellent the plan is won't get you anywhere without real physical actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Many  have great ideas, some of which are indeed excellent but lack  the  drive and the courage to execute them; to put them into real  actions.  And why is this so? Because they are still unclear of their  objectives  in life. They didn't clearly understand themselves, failing  to find out  what they want in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Remember. In this game of life, there is  never a predetermined  ending. What will be the outcome of the game?  Nobody knows. And in this  game of life, there is never a fixed rule to  how you are going to play  it. But understand this. For all games that  exist in this world, there  is one ultimate rule: If you are not going  to play, you can never win.  That's life! If you never give yourself the  chance to try, how will you  ever know what will just come next?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Without  some real physical actions, you won't get anywhere in this  game. In  life, if you are not going to take any actions to work towards  your  objective, nothing will ever happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But as the word game imply,  it mean winning is certainly achievable.  Understand the game well, play  it smartly and the chances of winning  will be there. And remember.  This game of life will only end when you  decided to give up. Though you  may fail at times during this game but  this game of life is not going  to end on you unless you give up on  yourself.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Remember. The law  of Nature states that for all that exist in this  world there is always  the equal and opposite side to them. When there  can be failure, there  can also be victory too. Don't give up without  even trying.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-203991383184247166?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/203991383184247166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=203991383184247166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/203991383184247166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/203991383184247166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-all-just-but-game.html' title='~ Life Is All Just But A Game ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1759809271564132371</id><published>2011-12-05T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:27:02.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Give It Some Thoughts ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMP-Gokv78/Tt-ZK86Dn7I/AAAAAAAAAzA/oqmitHYo52Q/s1600/Motivation%2BQuotation%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMP-Gokv78/Tt-ZK86Dn7I/AAAAAAAAAzA/oqmitHYo52Q/s320/Motivation%2BQuotation%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683429668192231346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, in our relentless efforts to find the person we LoVe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;we fail to recognize and appreciate the people who LoVe us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We miss out on so many beautiful things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;simply because we allow ourselves to been slaved by our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;own selfish concerns.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Go for the man of deeds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;not for the man of words ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;for you will find rewarding happiness not with the man you LoVe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;but the man who LoVes you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;The best LoVers are those who are capable of LoVing from a distance,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;far enough to allow the other person to grow,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;but never too far to feel the LoVe deep within your being.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop LoVing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;him to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Letting go is not just setting the other person free,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;but it is also setting yourself free from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;all bitterness, hatred, and anger that keep in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Do not let the bitterness rare away your strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and weaken your faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and never allow pain to dishearten you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;............ but rather let you grow with wisdom in bearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You may found peace in just LoVing someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;from a distance not expecting anything in return.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But be careful,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;for this can sustain life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;but can never give enough room for us to grow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;We can all survive with just beautiful memories of the past&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;but real peace &amp;amp; happiness come only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;with open acceptance of what reality is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and beautiful and we just find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This feeling soon become a part of our everyday lives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The sad part of it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when we begin to realize&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that this person feels nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;more for us than just a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We start our desperate attempt to get noticed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and be closer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but in the end our efforts are still unrewarded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and we end up being sorry for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You don't have to forget someone you LoVe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What you need to learn is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;how to accept the verdict of reality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;without being bitter or sorry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Believe me....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you would be better off giving that dedication and LoVe ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to someone more deserving.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't let your heart run your life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;be sensible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and let your mind speak for itself.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Always remember that if you lose someone today,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it means that someone better is coming tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If you lose LoVe that doesn't mean that you failed in LoVe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cry, if you have to, but make it sure that the tears wash away the hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the bitterness that the past&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;has left with you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let go of yesterday .....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LoVe will find its way back to you ...........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when it does,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pray that it may be the LoVe ......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that will stay and last a lifetime. ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1759809271564132371?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1759809271564132371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1759809271564132371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1759809271564132371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1759809271564132371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/12/give-it-some-thoughts.html' title='Give It Some Thoughts ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMP-Gokv78/Tt-ZK86Dn7I/AAAAAAAAAzA/oqmitHYo52Q/s72-c/Motivation%2BQuotation%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4839283263585323316</id><published>2011-12-02T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:30:55.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ The Expression Of Love.......... ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE_sIz0Ydkw/Ttzig3GbU0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/wdzcCTkT5cU/s1600/Couple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE_sIz0Ydkw/Ttzig3GbU0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/wdzcCTkT5cU/s320/Couple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682665884009321282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Love is a feeling that we experience in so many different ways  toward various people. Love is the ultimate expression of our divinity.  It is a way of showing tenderness to our children and passion to our  lover. Love is an emotion that hold the power to heal and strengthen the  physical and emotional body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There have been times that I have expressed deep love and have been  hurt. I have never regretted showing love, however, there is a certain  level of expectation that it will be reciprocated by the beloved. I have  also found love to be the foundation to allow relationships and people  to blossom. Just spending time in nature brings me the feeling of  overwhelming love and sacredness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think many of us feel safe showering our pets and children with  love. At least the pets give it back to us with complete  unconditionality. Our children go through phases where love is taken for  granted. I often experience the overwhelming fullness of love for those  that I care deeply about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Once we allow our hearts to open and reveal the full expression of  love it comes with great risk. We have hopes and expectations. We want  it to be reciprocated and valued. When we choose to risk our hearts, we  take a chance of being hurt or rejected. If we don't risk anything, what  is the alternative? Remaining numb and safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love has the power to heal, and, transform. Every expression of love  carries in it the seeds of possibilities. When we nurture and honor  love it has the ability to lift us up and give us hope, tenderness and  affection. Without love we miss out on so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So why do we at times reject love? When an opportunity to give or  receive love presents itself why do we shut down and hide? It seems that  for many of us past experiences can hinder our ability to take a  chance. Fear can envelop us to the point that it doesn't seem worth it  to take the risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I know sometimes love comes with strings attached. It can be  smothering, suffocating, controlling and needy. It can carry some all  consuming fears if we have been hurt, betrayed, abandoned, rejected, or  violated in the past. It can leave us rejecting the very idea of it's  implications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What about self love? Can we love ourselves unconditionally? Can we  accept our own flaws and expect others to love us when we cannot love  ourselves? What if we are not at our ideal weight? What if we have made  mistakes? Can we forgive ourselves? Will others forgive us? What if  we're not exactly where we want to be in our lives? Do we still deserve  to give and receive love then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What if we didn't receive the right kind of love from our parents or  family? Can another person love us any better? Can we chance  experiencing love when there holds the possibility that it may suddenly  leave or be taken from us? If we haven't had healthy, safe, and secure  love modeled for us we might not know what it should even look or be  like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Fear holds us back, when we are not living in the present moment as  the full, unhindered expression of love. It can grow when it doesn't  reference the past and how it once was. It can be experienced when it  doesn't project into the future as to what it will be. Will love turn  out exactly like we want it to? And if it doesn't, is it still worth  feeling the love now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;If we can allow ourselves to love our partners, children, pets,  parents and friends. If we can deeply and completely love and accept  ourselves. If we can fully open our hearts to the full expression of  love in all its beauty and forms, how do you think our lives will  transform?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sending you unconditional love and many blessings.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Prayer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yaa Rabb .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have so much love in my heart. Sometimes I experience fear in  expressing my feelings of love in fear of rejection and abandonment.  Sometimes I fear expressing my feelings of love for fear that it won't  turn out the way I want it to. Sometimes, God, I just fear. So I ask  that all the fear may removed and transmuted. May only love remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;There are those that I love that I don't know how to express and  show my true love for. There are those that I feel love for that don't  reciprocate my feelings. And then, gratefully, there are those giving  and receiving love flows easily and naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I accept all types of love. Unconditionally. I know that the  expression of love is all that matters. On a higher level those who I  send my love to, receive it. I feel the love returned to me ten-thousand  fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So, God, I humble myself to you in this moment. I ask that you  assist me in opening my heart to even greater levels. Show me how I can  be a full expression of love in all ways, always. With pure intent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And so it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4839283263585323316?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4839283263585323316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4839283263585323316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4839283263585323316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4839283263585323316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/12/expression-of-love.html' title='~ The Expression Of Love.......... ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE_sIz0Ydkw/Ttzig3GbU0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/wdzcCTkT5cU/s72-c/Couple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4796800709989370013</id><published>2011-12-01T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:54:32.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Know Yourself ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM8hsTtb0Yw/TtdcwSbAEXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PAhPK19Q6oA/s1600/image%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM8hsTtb0Yw/TtdcwSbAEXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PAhPK19Q6oA/s320/image%2B11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681111439599735154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="topicdate nowrap"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;div class="blogPhoto" id="DIV629f2d45-671d-47d5-b566-db74bdd90695"&gt;                      &lt;a href="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/9e3/aa9/9e3aa95a-0b58-413a-9287-be91a939adcb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Every one of us has strengths ... and weaknesses.  Sometimes we have  difficulty identifying our strengths, because we often feel calling out  our good points is bragging, or we feel others might feel we're full of  ourselves ... but nothing is further from the truth.  It's only after  you truly learn your own personal strengths that you can begin to  understand the value you can offer to this world.  Once you realize  where your strengths lie, you'll be surprised how your self-esteem will  be enhanced and the confidence you have in yourself will be noticed by  others, who will seek out your opinions and learn to draw upon your  strengths! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;By the same token, it's important to know that we all have  weaknesses ... and once you've determined YOURS, you'll be better able  to set your own limits.  Knowing your weaknesses will also allow you to  develop your own personal growth plan, which can be an excellent  opportunity to learn new things and take on new challenges.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Things happen for a reason.  When you understand the why, you gain  control and effectiveness.  Knowing why, and why not, will help you to  avoid mistakes, and to create powerful strategies for excellence in all  you do.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The world is full of opportunities to create value and wealth – and  these opportunities come disguised as problems.  Any problem is an  opportunity to make an improvement.  Problems and obstacles force you to  focus your efforts toward a specific goal – solving the problem.   Problems are a blessing, because when you solve them you grow as a  person and you gain valuable experience.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You learn things that can allow you to help other people solve the  same problem.  If the problem you solve is big enough and widespread  enough, the opportunity that creates could be enormous.  Challenges and  problems give you a chance to develop your resourcefulness.  Problems  are your opportunity to give it all you’ve got – to truly shine as a  person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Don’t become defensive, but strive to see the other person’s point  of view&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Respect  the fact that criticism is a form of caring.  If  someone didn’t care, they would just say nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Realize that  any criticism of your action does not reflect negatively on you as a  person.  Objectively consider the criticism of others, and you can learn  from it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The need to be right, the need to be comfortable, the need to  control others, the need for security, and the need to possess, among  other things.  These things are elusive.  Don’t need what you have –  have what you need.  If always you think in terms of needing what you  have, then you will never have enough.  Instead, think in terms of  having what you need and you will always enjoy abundance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4796800709989370013?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4796800709989370013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4796800709989370013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4796800709989370013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4796800709989370013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/12/know-yourself.html' title='~ Know Yourself ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM8hsTtb0Yw/TtdcwSbAEXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PAhPK19Q6oA/s72-c/image%2B11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-480098360670161247</id><published>2011-11-30T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:54:44.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Delight ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmioL-_IySo/TtUcUebkd1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bu4qBXoe5bc/s1600/39257525-girlkoran200ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmioL-_IySo/TtUcUebkd1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bu4qBXoe5bc/s320/39257525-girlkoran200ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680477643089409874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It is rewarding to find someone you like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but it is essential to like yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It is quickening to recognize that someone is a good and decent human being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but it is indispensable to view yourself as acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It is a delight to discover people who are worthy of respect and admiration and love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but it is vital to believe yourself deserving of these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For you cannot live in someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You cannot find yourself in someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You cannot be given a life by someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Of all the people you will know in a lifetime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you are the only one you will never leave or lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To the question of your life, you are the only answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To the problems of your life, you are the only solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-480098360670161247?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/480098360670161247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=480098360670161247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/480098360670161247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/480098360670161247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/11/delight.html' title='~ Delight ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmioL-_IySo/TtUcUebkd1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bu4qBXoe5bc/s72-c/39257525-girlkoran200ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8763342994251405461</id><published>2011-11-29T08:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:33:27.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Finding Balance in Life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-Ml22ifcCM/TtQoIEpoRxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/c8SXOM1fJqk/s1600/110822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-Ml22ifcCM/TtQoIEpoRxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/c8SXOM1fJqk/s320/110822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680209149173450514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Finding balance in life is a realistic and important goal. However,  sometimes there are glitches and life feels out of control. When this  happens it's usually because you are not getting your needs met or you  are not aligned with your values. When you're out of integrity life  feels out of balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Balance is a feeling derived from being whole and complete; it's a sense  of harmony. It is essential to maintaining quality in life and work.  Your life is made up of many vital areas including your health, family,  financial, intellectual, social, work, spiritual, recreation, personal  growth, romance and more. You won't necessarily spend time every day in  each area in equal amounts, but if in the long run, you spend a  sufficient quantity and quality of time in each area, your life will  feel in balance. However, if you neglect any one area, never mind two or  three, you will eventually sabotage your own success. Much like a  table, if one leg is longer or shorter than the rest, it will make the  entire table wobbly. For instance, if you don't take care of your  health, your family and social life will suffer; if you put too much  time into running your business, personal relationships and self care  may suffer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Living a balanced life is about integrating those components of your  life that are truly important to you and realizing that sometimes you  need to make choices about what has to come first. Making choices is  powerful and allows you to live a balanced life that's aligned with what  you value. By choosing what comes first, sometimes there are  sacrifices. But living a balanced life doesn't require you to give 100  percent of yourself 100 percent of the time. There will be times when  personal/family life and work collide but by knowing what's most  important to you and making choices based on this criterion, you'll be  better able to balance your decisions and feel whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1.  Focus on your priorities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Concentrate your time and  energy on your personal and professional priorities. Be willing to say  "no" to everything else. Identify your values and align your life around  what's truly most important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2.  Get organized&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Create a structured plan each day  rather than reacting to whatever   comes up. Don't allow someone else's  poor planning to become your emergency or priority. Plan ahead and  anticipate your needs. Have back-up to handle your emergencies and a  support network so that you are prepared with a contingency plan should  the need arise. Arrange time in your schedule for other activities  besides work so that your days are not only balanced, but rewarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3.  Be flexible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Accept that needs will pop up that  will require your readjustment and perhaps new choices. Forgive yourself  when things don't get done. Stop striving for perfection and allow for  more reasonable standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4.  Create daily routines.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Instill healthy habits into  your daily life. Find ways to relax, relieve tension, and minimize  stress. Allow time for self care by practicing daily journaling,  meditation, exercise or some other form of quiet time just for you where  you can go to reflect, plan, relax and envision your day ahead. Eat  healthy meals, drink plenty of water, get adequate rest, and take care  of your personal hygiene. Give yourself a break every once in awhile  throughout the day to restore your natural state of harmony and calm and  to rekindle your creativity. Structure your day to take advantage of  your peak performance times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5.  Establish support networks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Be willing to ask for help and receive it. Enlist family, friends, neighbors, professionals, and others to help you as needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;6.  Simplify your life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stop over-scheduling and  over-committing. Begin eliminating things from your life that really  aren't important to you. Being busy 24/7 doesn't mean that you are any  more important than anyone else - it simply means that you are busy and  probably missing out on the things that would really make you have more  joy and fulfillment in your life. When your life is overcomplicated and  overfull, there's little space for what truly matters. And there's no  room for personal growth, positive energy, love, or even breathing at  times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Balance life can result from two actions. The first action is  understanding and respecting each and every important aspect of your  life. Changing your perspective in areas where you are stuck is the  second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8763342994251405461?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8763342994251405461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8763342994251405461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8763342994251405461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8763342994251405461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/11/finding-balance-in-life.html' title='~ Finding Balance in Life ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-Ml22ifcCM/TtQoIEpoRxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/c8SXOM1fJqk/s72-c/110822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6319413462067467433</id><published>2011-11-20T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:06:24.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Wasted Time ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMOmdh-BnMA/TshEdqLfQGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/zzuhyxRJwOA/s1600/111015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMOmdh-BnMA/TshEdqLfQGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/zzuhyxRJwOA/s320/111015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676862606629879906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Time is such a terrible thing to waste. We  only get so much time to use  each day and wasting even a few moments  can keep us from being  productive as possible. Each time we waste time,  another moment to seize  has slipped away that we will never get back.  Think about that for a  moment, there will never be another today. The  date that slips by today  will never come again. With that realization,  should we not be making  better use of our time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;All of this leads to an important question: how do people waste their time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;-  People waste their time doing nothing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;There are many people who simply see their  time slip away while they  actually do absolutely nothing. One of the  chronic nothing activities is  sleeping late. Everyone does need sleep  and maybe parents of newborn  babies need even more. Getting enough  sleep is essential for staying  healthy, performing at peak levels and  living a balanced life. However,  there are some people who would sleep  the day away without giving the  matter much thought at all. Sleeping  longer than you personally need is  nothing but an absolute waste of  time and time is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;-  People waste their time doing things that do not matter :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Another area where people waste their time  is doing things that do  not matter. How much time is lost by people  playing video games or other  such mindless and meaningless activities?  We are all guilty of  rewarding ourselves with one game of Solitaire or  Free Cell only to find  we have wasted an hour playing the game. Video  games offer nothing of  value to the players or to anyone else for that  matter. Find some more  constructive use of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;-  People waste their time doing things they hate doing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;People also seem to habitually do things  that they absolutely hate  doing. This could be ongoing chores or even  their job. While everyone  needs a job and there are certain tasks that  we have to do daily, there  are some things to do to move beyond tasks  that are disliked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;First, for chores that you dislike  doing, find someone else who might  be able to do the task for you. For  example, mowing the lawn is a  mindless task that must be done week in  and week out. Paying a teenager  to do the task might only cost a few  bucks and frees up more of your  valuable time. Second, for tasks at  work, make sure to tackle those  tasks first. The faster those tasks are  faced and finished, the quicker a  person can move on to better tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;-  People waste their time talking instead of doing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;People talk a lot about things that they  need or want to do but in  the end never do anything. Take a few moments  to stop talking about  doing something and get after the task of  getting it done. Talk  accomplishes little or nothing until we are ready  and willing to take  action. Stop talking and start doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;-  People waste their time on selfishness :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;People also waste a great deal of time on  nothing but themselves. An  excellent example is an addict. The addict  focuses their efforts and  time getting the item or thing they are  craving. Some people are  addicted to wasting time. They sleep late,  they are never in a hurry to  do anything worthwhile, and they are  focused completely on their own  personal wants and desires. These  people rarely do anything for anyone  else and waste their time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember time is the fabric of life and when we  waste time we are really  just wasting our lives. Time is a gift that we  are given with each new  day. Twenty four brand new hours, 1440  priceless minutes and 86,400  seconds. All of this time will be spent  but we chose the way that time  is used. Are you investing your time or  are you wasting your time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6319413462067467433?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6319413462067467433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6319413462067467433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6319413462067467433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6319413462067467433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/11/wasted-time.html' title='~ Wasted Time ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMOmdh-BnMA/TshEdqLfQGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/zzuhyxRJwOA/s72-c/111015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1453614848204659065</id><published>2011-11-11T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:16:05.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Be Strong ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9UfBb4HEIc/TrvPfWW-XlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/MAUtbFUxYEU/s1600/1231191936ZFMcI6B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9UfBb4HEIc/TrvPfWW-XlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/MAUtbFUxYEU/s320/1231191936ZFMcI6B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673356293088108114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Never think hard about past, It brings tears.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think more about future, It brings fears.&lt;br /&gt;Live this moment with a smile, It brings cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1453614848204659065?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1453614848204659065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1453614848204659065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1453614848204659065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1453614848204659065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/11/be-strong.html' title='~ Be Strong ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9UfBb4HEIc/TrvPfWW-XlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/MAUtbFUxYEU/s72-c/1231191936ZFMcI6B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-2829526013105383155</id><published>2011-11-06T05:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:15:48.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>~ Searching .... Wondering ..... Surrender ...~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRPEW3T8pLc/TrWqr74iXNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/qPn8NZgM7s0/s1600/dreamstimefree_981020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRPEW3T8pLc/TrWqr74iXNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/qPn8NZgM7s0/s320/dreamstimefree_981020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671626977528929490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Whoever does not find happiness in the  remembrance of Allah, prayer, and  reciting the Qur'an, will not find it  anywhere else " &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;-Hasan Al  Basri(rahimuallah)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;I hold to these words tightly and keep in my heart. To help me grow and stay alive .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;For years ... I'm trying to figure out .. what is missing in my life ! ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Marriage   is not easy ... further more being a second wife ... you have to   sacrifice in order to survive .. you have to swallow whatever comes your   way, coz you are the second wife ...  no power .. you got to take all   the blames ... no matter what.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;The impact for being in these circumstances  ... drives me crazy ... enough is enough ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt; For years, I hide all these suffering from my family and friends ... showed them the fake smile ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;When everything comes to the surface ... everybody asks me ..  Why do I stay ? .. What take you so long ? ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;As  a muslim woman ..  I place Allah  above everything else ...  whatever  actions or every words that I  speak ..... I gave a deep thoughts  before I proceed ... I fear Allah  more than anything else ! ... I want  to be a good woman !...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;People  can say mean and harsh things  .... and you can rise above the  nastiness. When  you feel as though you  are the only candle in the  wilderness and  everyone is trying to blow  out your flame, and the one  person who should  protect the flame is also  trying to blow it out, you  lose confidence....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;I’m  not angry anymore. I just simply  don’t care. I love my children, and   don’t want to lose them. But, I  don’t care about this person to whom I   am tied for the rest of my  life...... when he walked out the door ... I  realize ... its the end of  my journey with him ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: lime; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Life must goes on ... I surrender to you Allah ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: lime; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-2829526013105383155?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2829526013105383155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=2829526013105383155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2829526013105383155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2829526013105383155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/11/searching-wondering-surrender.html' title='~ Searching .... Wondering ..... Surrender ...~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRPEW3T8pLc/TrWqr74iXNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/qPn8NZgM7s0/s72-c/dreamstimefree_981020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6010320987064766942</id><published>2011-11-03T08:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:08:20.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ To All Lovers ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBoWb8J-HkQ/TrHoXtlV6XI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vYSf8vq466Q/s1600/rp-love-prayer-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBoWb8J-HkQ/TrHoXtlV6XI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vYSf8vq466Q/s320/rp-love-prayer-2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670568899907021170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love isn’t a romantic comedy. It’s hard work,  having faith through  difficult times, and the ability to look at your  partner and know  they’ll be there through it all. Relationships are no  longer 50/50. Each  person needs to give 100 percent of themselves to  make it work. It is  not all give and it is not all take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div color="lime" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div color="lime" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Communication is so very important; it  links the hearts of two  together, making them understand what each  other means. Without  communication there is no relationship; without  respect there is no  love; without trust there is no reason to continue.  Marriage is not  always easy! You need to work through your ups and  downs, love one  another no matter what, make alone time, and remember  you promised to  COMMIT yourself to each other in front of your friends  and family and to God.   Making a relationship work is just that: work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s easy to love somebody when  everything is wonderful. The proof of  someone’s love is that they still  love you when everything is awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love doesn’t make a marriage; it leads  to marriage. Struggles,  obstacles, determination, commitment, and  loyalty: THAT’S what makes a  marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If we weren’t happy, we should have told  our partner. It would have  been painful to hear, but would have been  better than the lies and  embarrassment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;To those who are still searching for  your “true” love remember this:  don’t go for looks, they can deceive.  Don’t go for wealth, even that  fades away. Find the one that makes your  heart smile, because that will  never go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love  is like a butterfly. If you chase it, it only eludes you. But if  you  are patient it will eventually come rest on your shoulder. I guess  that  is the beauty of love. Love happens when you least expect it too.  So  always expect the unexpected and when it finds you, grab hold of it   with both hands. The minute you let go is the minute you may never see   it again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:lime;" &gt;Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6010320987064766942?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6010320987064766942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6010320987064766942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6010320987064766942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6010320987064766942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-all-lovers.html' title='~ To All Lovers ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBoWb8J-HkQ/TrHoXtlV6XI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vYSf8vq466Q/s72-c/rp-love-prayer-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-9017500968921195264</id><published>2011-10-10T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:43:37.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Sacrifice ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6psuBeZc-E/Tp5TDz3g6DI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Xg-Qd37MJoY/s1600/e8cd7e805fcd11dfa76a000b2f3ed30f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6psuBeZc-E/Tp5TDz3g6DI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Xg-Qd37MJoY/s320/e8cd7e805fcd11dfa76a000b2f3ed30f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665056706206427186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When we think deeply about the problem of life, there  is no path in the world, whether spiritual or material,  which we can tread successfully without a sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sometimes  the sacrifice is great, and sometimes small; sometimes the  sacrifice is made first, before achieving success, and sometimes  afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sacrifice is necessary in life, it is made  by everyone in some form or other, but when it is made willingly,  it turns into a virtue. The greater the ideal, the greater  the sacrifice it demands, and if one studies wisely the  process of advancement through life in any direction, one  finds that it is nothing but a continual sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Happiness comes from the understanding that this is the  nature of life, and from not being hurt or troubled by it  but knowing that it is by sacrifice, made until the end,  that man attains to the desired goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-9017500968921195264?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/9017500968921195264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=9017500968921195264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/9017500968921195264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/9017500968921195264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/10/sacrifice.html' title='~ Sacrifice ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6psuBeZc-E/Tp5TDz3g6DI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Xg-Qd37MJoY/s72-c/e8cd7e805fcd11dfa76a000b2f3ed30f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-908347055062623937</id><published>2011-10-04T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:59:21.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Awareness ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twlDT5hxOG8/TosssHBIcuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/DWx1Gny94P8/s1600/12206737424ct7NGy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twlDT5hxOG8/TosssHBIcuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/DWx1Gny94P8/s320/12206737424ct7NGy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659666493030822626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Awareness ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Awareness is noticing the blessings that often get overlooked in our busy lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Gratitude for a special blessing can inspire us look further and discover even more good in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;As we are inspired, let us also be inspiring to others.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;If we tend to see today as the same as any other day then we have lost our sense of awareness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Yes there is a lot of repetition from day to day in many of the things we do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;but   the blessings that today will bring will never be the same as the ones   we had yesterday and tomorrow is an entirely different story. Busy  lives  and heavy working schedules can often put on the blinkers and our   awareness of these blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Can we pause when a special moment happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Can we hold it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Can we allow it to inspire us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;........that every inspiring moment has its roots in God.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-908347055062623937?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/908347055062623937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=908347055062623937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/908347055062623937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/908347055062623937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/10/awareness.html' title='~ Awareness ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twlDT5hxOG8/TosssHBIcuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/DWx1Gny94P8/s72-c/12206737424ct7NGy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7904958057833151915</id><published>2011-10-02T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T04:04:30.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Anger ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXrAn-bTeIk/Todt5zSfbII/AAAAAAAAAws/m1HsFlPWnQ4/s1600/forest_stream_wallpaper_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXrAn-bTeIk/Todt5zSfbII/AAAAAAAAAws/m1HsFlPWnQ4/s320/forest_stream_wallpaper_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658612296602053762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anger .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anger is like flowing water; there's nothing wrong with it as long as  you let it flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hate  is like stagnant water; anger that you denied  yourself the freedom to  feel, the freedom to flow; water that you  gathered in one place and  left to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Stagnant water becomes dirty,  stinky,  disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;On flowing  water  travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Allow  yourself  to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the  paper  boats of forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anger is an essential part of being human. People are taught to deny  themselves anger, and in this, they are actually opening themselves up  to hate. The more you deny yourself the freedom to be angry, the more  you will hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Let yourself be angry, and hate will disintegrate, and  when hate disintegrates, forgiveness prevails! The more you deny that  you are angry, in attempts to be "holy" the more inhuman you will  become, and the more inhuman you will become, the harder it will be to  forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7904958057833151915?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7904958057833151915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7904958057833151915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7904958057833151915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7904958057833151915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/10/anger.html' title='~ Anger ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXrAn-bTeIk/Todt5zSfbII/AAAAAAAAAws/m1HsFlPWnQ4/s72-c/forest_stream_wallpaper_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5572839143412508882</id><published>2011-10-01T07:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:13:42.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ An Appointment ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6004817660172227493"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJoGoFNeB2s/ToUTMyk2p4I/AAAAAAAAAwc/dIKMk27n5co/s1600/29_18_orig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657949617316603778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJoGoFNeB2s/ToUTMyk2p4I/AAAAAAAAAwc/dIKMk27n5co/s320/29_18_orig.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Carl    Jung was a world famous psychologist who studied human behaviour at    great length and shared many thoughts on why people do certain things.    Many people made appointments to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a wealthy lady   phoned him to request an urgent appointment the  next day at 3 pm. He   said it wouldn’t be possible because he was  committed to an important   appointment at that time. The following day  the same lady happened to be   in a boat sailing past his garden which  led down to the shore of the   Lake of Zurich. There she could see him,  sitting on a low wall with his   shoes and socks off, dangling his feet  in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was   angry that he had lied to her and that he had no appointment  at all. She   arrived home and rang him straight away: “You said you  couldn’t see me   because you had a very important engagement. But I  just saw you now   doing nothing and sitting on the shore of the lake by  yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He   replied: “I told you no lie. I had an appointment. It has been the   most  important appointment of the week, an appointment with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5572839143412508882?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5572839143412508882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5572839143412508882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5572839143412508882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5572839143412508882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/10/appointment.html' title='~ An Appointment ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJoGoFNeB2s/ToUTMyk2p4I/AAAAAAAAAwc/dIKMk27n5co/s72-c/29_18_orig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5339111471725726477</id><published>2011-09-27T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:14:45.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Understanding ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTWNTZtKO6Y/Tn0XYnTsyAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DwFA29Y818Y/s1600/1243459320vJBNg4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTWNTZtKO6Y/Tn0XYnTsyAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DwFA29Y818Y/s320/1243459320vJBNg4c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655702418683119618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How  many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that   matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And how  many  of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them  for  making you feel like your pain doesn't have any substance after  all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Like when you've split up with someone, and you try to  communicate  the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need  to feel that  somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened  you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The  problem is, they never do. "Plenty more fish  in the sea," they'll say,  or "You're better off without them," or "Do  you want some of these  potato chips?" They never really understand,  because they haven't been  there, every day, every hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;They  don't know the way things have been,  the way that it's made you, the  way it has structured your world.  They'll never realise that someone  who makes you feel bad may be the  person you need most in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;They  don't understand the history,  the background, don't know the pillars  of memory that hold you up.  Ultimately, they don't know you well  enough, and they never can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Everyone's alone in their world,  because everybody's life is different.  You can send people letters, and  show them photos, but they can never  come to visit where you live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5339111471725726477?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5339111471725726477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5339111471725726477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5339111471725726477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5339111471725726477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/09/understanding.html' title='~ Understanding ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTWNTZtKO6Y/Tn0XYnTsyAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DwFA29Y818Y/s72-c/1243459320vJBNg4c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7370695007742591163</id><published>2011-09-15T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:37:52.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Reality ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eHamWdd9Ds/TnHOMAk3T5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/zgzH2rvPWGQ/s1600/1222274863hUqPvl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eHamWdd9Ds/TnHOMAk3T5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/zgzH2rvPWGQ/s320/1222274863hUqPvl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652525713035054994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings  most of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Feelings are disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;People are taught that pain is evil  and dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain is meant to wake us up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;People try to hide their pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;But they’re  wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain is something to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;You feel your strength  in the experience of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s all in how you carry it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s what  matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain is a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your feelings are a part of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your own  reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting  society destroy your reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;You should stand up for your right to feel  your pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;―        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7855.Jim_Morrison"&gt;Jim Morrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7370695007742591163?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7370695007742591163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7370695007742591163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7370695007742591163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7370695007742591163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/09/reality.html' title='~ Reality ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eHamWdd9Ds/TnHOMAk3T5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/zgzH2rvPWGQ/s72-c/1222274863hUqPvl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-2970938097025489157</id><published>2011-09-11T15:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:49:22.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Emotion ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zu5IgNyQ5Wk/Tm_r7iIHJEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/LrERsUeUu-c/s1600/1234633377xWp2TBz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zu5IgNyQ5Wk/Tm_r7iIHJEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/LrERsUeUu-c/s320/1234633377xWp2TBz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651995465378899010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpQmsmPFJ3I/Tm6jbGIWXVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/mEHwA9ZteZ0/s1600/sonceia_Look_From_Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qe4Dmo3oJog/Tm6iU7RbarI/AAAAAAAAAvs/7oAoOVSiL4s/s1600/LifeQuote31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFMmWusQE0A/Tm2Rw4_e-jI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hq3tAaSn8RI/s1600/windswept.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;You think  that because he doesn't want you anymore that he is right -- that his  judgement and opinion of you are correct.&lt;br /&gt;If he throws you out, then you  are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to  him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't. It's a bad word, 'belong.'&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you put it with  somebody you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shouldn't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever see the way  the clouds love a mountain?&lt;br /&gt;They circle all around it; sometimes you  can't even see the mountain for the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;You go up  top and what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;His head. The clouds never cover the head.&lt;br /&gt;His  head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don't wrap him up.&lt;br /&gt;They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or  bind him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't own a human being.&lt;br /&gt;You can't lose what you don't  own.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you did own him.&lt;br /&gt;Could you really love somebody who was  absolutely nobody without you?&lt;br /&gt;You really want somebody like that?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door?&lt;br /&gt;You don't, do you?  And neither does he.&lt;br /&gt;You're turning over your whole life to him.&lt;br /&gt;Your  whole life, girl.&lt;br /&gt;And if it means so little to you that you can just  give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't value you more than you value yourself ......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;—        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3534.Toni_Morrison"&gt;Toni Morrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-2970938097025489157?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2970938097025489157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=2970938097025489157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2970938097025489157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2970938097025489157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/09/emotion.html' title='~ Emotion ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zu5IgNyQ5Wk/Tm_r7iIHJEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/LrERsUeUu-c/s72-c/1234633377xWp2TBz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5769789664543801352</id><published>2011-09-07T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T07:35:28.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Excuses ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FXHxZLSkyI/Tmatvm5i5dI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KSUxRiue368/s1600/3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FXHxZLSkyI/Tmatvm5i5dI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KSUxRiue368/s320/3889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649393815990232530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Why Do We Make Excuses?&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If you are someone who is a habitual  excuse maker it might be a good  idea to ask yourself why you  deliberately choose to be less than  truthful. Do you fear the scrutiny  of friends, family, or coworkers? Are  you uncomfortable with opening  yourself up to others? Sometimes, making  up a lame excuse to avoid  attending a social event is done for  self-preservation. Are you afraid  your attendance would make you feel  inadequate, vulnerable, or foolish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are your excuses meant to inflate your worthiness in the eyes  of others?  Ego does play a factor in habitual excuse making. However,  indulging in  ego-boosting through excuse making will likely have the  reverse result:  deflated personal self-worth. You can trick others into  believing a  lie, but convincing yourself is not as easy. Or is it? If  you tell a lie  convincingly enough and you get away with it you may  also begin  believing it yourself. It's true. Overtime, an excuse-maker  will start  buying into his own cons and, as a result, live a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;How Does it Feel Being Dishonest?&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The reason why we make excuses is probably not as important as the   "feeling" associated with being less than honest. Excuses are meant to   hide our shortcomings or give a better light to our failures. Everyone   gets that. We can all justify our reasons for making excuses. But, how   does it feel having been deceitful?  If it doesn't feel good, time to   change your habit of making excuses. Also, if making excuses gives you a   false sense of euphoria, that's not good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Stop Making Excuses.&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Changing deceptive behaviors can be a little tricky for the chronic   excuse maker. Twisting the truth becomes a way of life, almost an art   form. Whenever excuses are found out to be erroneous, instead of giving a   sincere apology for being untruthful the person will attempt to craft a   creative non-apology (another excuse) that just adds to the original   deception. This is called "digging yourself into a deeper hole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Taking  responsibility for your actions is the grown-up thing to do.  Admitting  your failures and accepting that you are not perfect may be  hard to  swallow at first. But, as you stop making excuses for yourself,  you  will soon realize how emotionally freeing your life can be. I know  it  is cliché - but "Honesty (really) is the best policy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5769789664543801352?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5769789664543801352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5769789664543801352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5769789664543801352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5769789664543801352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/09/excuses.html' title='~ Excuses ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FXHxZLSkyI/Tmatvm5i5dI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KSUxRiue368/s72-c/3889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5064893773028244650</id><published>2011-09-05T07:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:01:00.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Solitude ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxO4sM08ong/TmQRIVd9kmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/sfx1um6N5hQ/s1600/solitude2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxO4sM08ong/TmQRIVd9kmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/sfx1um6N5hQ/s320/solitude2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648658667528884834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;All humans are frightened of  their own solitude. But only in solitude can we learn to know ourselves,  learn to handle our own eternal aloneness.-&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.--Thomas Browne &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously  immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your  won presence rather than of the absence of others.  Because solitude is  an achievement.--Alice Koller &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not rely completely on any other human being, however dear.  We meet all life's greatest tests alone.--Agnes Macphail &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each of us is alone in the world. It takes great courage to  meet the full force of your aloneness. … When you face your aloneness,  something begins to happen. Gradually, the sense of bleakness changes  into a sense of true belonging. This is a slow and open-ended transition  but it is utterly vital in order to come into rhythm with your own  individuality. --John O'Donohue (&lt;i&gt;Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel solitude as the blessing .  It's the light of grace for me.  I  never close my door behind me without the awareness that I am carrying  out an act of mercy toward myself.--Peter Hoeg (&lt;i&gt;Smilla's Sense of Snow&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned...that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor  is it kinetic, energetic striving, but it comes into us slowly and  quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it  a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and  idleness.--Brenda Ueland &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.--Albert Einstein &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.--Henry David Thoreau &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're lonely when you're alone then you're in bad company.--Jean Paul Sartre &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.--Pearl S. Buck &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isolation is aloneness that feels forced upon you, like a  punishment. Solitude is aloneness you choose and embrace. I think great  things can come out of solitude, out of going to a place where all is  quiet except the beating of your heart.--Jeanne Marie Laskas &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is in solitude that the works of hand, heart and mind  are always conceived, and in solitude that individuality must be  affirmed.--Robert Lindner (&lt;i&gt;Must You Conform?&lt;/i&gt;)  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at  your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait,  be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its  unmasking . . . in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet.--Franz Kafka &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is well to be alone. It fertilizes the creative impulse.--Max Nordau &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the  pain of being alone, and the word "solitude" to express the glory of  being alone.--Paul Johannes Tillich &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leisure is a form of silence, not noiselessness.  It is the  silence of contemplation such as occurs when we let our minds rest on a  rosebud, a child at play, a Divine mystery, or a waterfall.--Bishop  Fulton J. Sheen &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees  only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect  the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly  relaxed.--Indra Devi &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man cannot survive without air, water and sleep. Next in importance comes food. And close on its heels, solitude.--Thomas Szasz &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One must learn an inner solitude, where or with whomsoever  he may be. He must learn to penetrate things and find God there, to get a  strong impression of God firmly fixed on his mind.--Meister Eckhart &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only in quiet waters do thing mirror themselves  undistorted.  Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the  world.--Hans Margolius &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only when one is connected to one's own core is one  connected to others I am beginning to discover.  And, for me, the core,  the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.--Anne Morrow  Lindbergh (&lt;i&gt;Gift from the Sea&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The person who has not learned to be happy and content  while completely alone for an hour a day, or a week has missed life's  greatest serenity.--H. Clay Tate (&lt;i&gt;Building a Better Home Town&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude can be frightening because it invites us to meet a stranger we think we may not want to know--ourselves.--Melvyn Kinder &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do  must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and  enough virtue to despise all the vanity.--Abraham Cowley &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude gives birth to the original in us.--Thomas Mann &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.--James Russell Lowell &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in  solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive  counsels and comforts, we get under no other condition...--Amelia Barr &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.--May Sarton &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light,  the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man.  All men  come into this world alone; all leave it alone.--Thomas De Quincey &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are days when solitude is a heady wine that  intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and  still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against  the wall.--Sidonie Gabrielle Colette (&lt;i&gt;Earthly Paradise&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before  you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations--such is  a pleasure beyond compare.--Kenko Yoshida &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude, if rightly used, becomes not only a privilege but  a necessity.  Only a superficial soul fears to fraternize with  itself.--Alice H. Rice &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude is a necessary protest to the incursions and the  false alarms of society's hysteria, a period of cure and  recovery.--Abraham Joshua Heschel &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the  crowd is weakness.  The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more  alone than he imagines.--Paul Brunton &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude is the human condition in which I keep myself  company. Loneliness comes about when I am alone without being able to  split up into the two-in-one, without being able to keep myself  company.--Hannah Arendt &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solitude is the place of purification.--Martin Buber (&lt;i&gt;I and Thou, 3&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talents are best nurtured in solitude: character is best formed in the stormy billows of the world.--Goethe &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a solitude which each and every one of us has  always carried within.  More inaccessible than the ice cold mountains,  more profound than the midnight sea: the solitude of self.--Elizabeth  Cady Stanton &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.--Omar Khayyam &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.--William Penn &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need society, and we need solitude also, as we need  summer and winter, day and night, exercise and rest.--Philip Gilbert  Hamerton (&lt;i&gt;The Intellectual Life&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and  restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature--trees,  flowers, grass--grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun,  how they move in silence...we need silence to be able to touch  souls.--Mother Teresa &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What a commentary on our civilization when being alone is  considered suspect, when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide  the fact that one practices it-like a secret vice!--Anne Morrow  Lindbergh &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What a lovely surprise to discover how unlonely being alone can be.--Ellen Burstyn &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see  the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest  and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really  children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the  Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a  solitary splash--at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of  all values, the "newness", the emptiness and the purity of vision that  make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic  dance.--Thomas Merton &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not  properly value the only companion we will have from birth to  death--ourselves.--Eda LeShan &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.--Barbara De Angelis &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5064893773028244650?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5064893773028244650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5064893773028244650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5064893773028244650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5064893773028244650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/09/solitude.html' title='~ Solitude ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxO4sM08ong/TmQRIVd9kmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/sfx1um6N5hQ/s72-c/solitude2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6901588822227073491</id><published>2011-08-24T15:51:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:27:46.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>~ The Gifts  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rTs_k7sB5c/Tl-BkVKcfeI/AAAAAAAAAvM/IUXglXL9YkU/s1600/photo0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rTs_k7sB5c/Tl-BkVKcfeI/AAAAAAAAAvM/IUXglXL9YkU/s320/photo0478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647374918902119906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            (this is where I found the fish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg_nLHUsV0w/Tl-BjkNwNJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kK7LO58LuVY/s1600/photo0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg_nLHUsV0w/Tl-BjkNwNJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kK7LO58LuVY/s320/photo0475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647374905762657426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLxoqZ39GAM/TlUyde8InfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/eiUCxkrw79w/s1600/296449_224164400968286_100001241832911_690657_6685542_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axGpi0MVdjo/TlUyNoktSOI/AAAAAAAAAus/LlYjt9XY1qk/s1600/301841_223799391004787_100001241832911_689522_4706629_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21st August 2011 .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Umi ... come quickly  " fatin, my third daughter shouted from downstairs as she opened the front door.&lt;br /&gt;" What !!! " I shouted back at her, while running down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;" Look ! "  She pointed at something black infront her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fish just infront  her car.  Wondering from where this fish come from. Its heavy rain last night, but nobody here got fish pond , no river nearby also. So where on earth this fish come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my relative asking what should I do with this fish. All telling me to keep this fish.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm ... I have no other option than to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more they said it is ramadhan the blessed month .. so maybe there is something Allah wants to show me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22nd August 2011 .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gyr5PR7zoE/Tl-BjzOeo2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/3BPhAWGAtuY/s1600/mms_img23430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gyr5PR7zoE/Tl-BjzOeo2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/3BPhAWGAtuY/s320/mms_img23430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647374909792232290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             (Puteri  Arsyhia Adnie At-Terawis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon ........Nabila my eldest daughter called me ... complaining labor pain . I tried to calm her and asked to do some wirid . I urge my son-inlaw to take  her to hospital qucikly. I can't accompany her as I stayed quite far and have to wait for Fatin to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes before 7.00 pm .... got a message from my son-inlaw he got a baby girl .... Alhamdulilah .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.223341574383902.70903.100001241832911&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6901588822227073491?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6901588822227073491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6901588822227073491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6901588822227073491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6901588822227073491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/08/gifts.html' title='~ The Gifts  ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rTs_k7sB5c/Tl-BkVKcfeI/AAAAAAAAAvM/IUXglXL9YkU/s72-c/photo0478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-2486602552680464736</id><published>2011-08-20T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:52:37.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Reflection ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSsp7-kdAno/TlBeal5SbUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/cvw-TY1usyE/s1600/z145.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S1PJ8bybBCo/TlBd-gYxTbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eUIc2ukdmZU/s1600/sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4L-TPB0VT4Q/TlBdPsG94EI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eh0TX2yPsAA/s1600/5995870-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlzEn0sxVZE/Tk7557nBEsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4oS-jDNSqvc/s1600/app_full_proxy.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642722156791009986" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlzEn0sxVZE/Tk7557nBEsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4oS-jDNSqvc/s320/app_full_proxy.php.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:red;" &gt;Reflection .........&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we retire at night, we constructively review our day.&lt;br /&gt;Were we  resentful, selfish, dishonest or afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Do we owe an apology?&lt;br /&gt;Have we  kept something to ourselves which should be discussed with another  person at once? Were we kind and loving toward all?&lt;br /&gt;What could we have  done better?&lt;br /&gt;Were we thinking of ourselves most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Or were we  thinking of what we could do for others, of what we could pack into the  stream of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;But  we must be careful not to drift into  worry, remorse  or morbid  reflection, for that would diminish our  usefulness to others.  After  making our review we ask Allah’s  forgiveness and inquire what   corrective measures should be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;On   awakening let us think about the twenty-four hours ahead. We  consider   our plans for the day. Before we begin, we ask Allah to direct  our   thinking, especially asking that it be divorced from self-pity,    dishonest or self-seeking motives. Under these conditions we can employ    our mental faculties with assurance, for after all Allah gave us  brains  to  use. Our thought-life will be placed on a much higher plane  when  our  thinking is cleared of wrong motives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;In   thinking about our day we may face indecision. We may not be able  to   determine which course to take. Here we ask Allah for inspiration, an    intuitive thought or a decision. We relax and take it easy. We don’t    struggle. We are often surprised how the right answers come after we    have tried this for a while. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;What   used to be the hunch or the occasional inspiration gradually  becomes a   working part of the mind. Being still inexperienced and having  just   made conscious contact with Allah, it is not probable that we are  going   to be inspired at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;We might pay for this  presumption in  all  sorts of absurd actions and ideas. Nevertheless, we  find that our   thinking will, as time passes, be more and more on the  plane of   inspiration. We come to rely upon it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:orange;" &gt;We   usually conclude the period of meditation with a prayer that we  be   shown all through the day what our next step is to be, that we be  given   whatever we need to take care of such problems. We ask especially  for   freedom from self-will, and are careful to make no request for    ourselves only. We may ask for ourselves, however, if others will be    helped. We are careful never to pray for our own selfish ends. Many of    us have wasted a lot of time doing that and it doesn’t work. You can    easily see why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-2486602552680464736?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2486602552680464736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=2486602552680464736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2486602552680464736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2486602552680464736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflection.html' title='~ Reflection ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlzEn0sxVZE/Tk7557nBEsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4oS-jDNSqvc/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1527864080268398395</id><published>2011-08-16T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:40:28.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Burden ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOdF1T19tUI/Tkn0bzSLCiI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VB4vF1GCnd4/s1600/img_large_watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOdF1T19tUI/Tkn0bzSLCiI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VB4vF1GCnd4/s400/img_large_watermarked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308766718331426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nowledge is a burden ...if it robs you of innocence. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is a burden ...if it is not integrated into life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is a burden ...if it doesn't bring joy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is a burden... if it gives you an idea that you are wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Knowledge is a burden... if it doesn't set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Knowledge is a burden... if it makes you feel you are special.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1527864080268398395?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1527864080268398395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1527864080268398395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1527864080268398395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1527864080268398395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/08/burden.html' title='~ Burden ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOdF1T19tUI/Tkn0bzSLCiI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VB4vF1GCnd4/s72-c/img_large_watermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-2908093118478165514</id><published>2011-08-04T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:44:06.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ A Slice of Life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsjP0oJlcg0/TkhrvdRtzUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZQOlEdCbzpM/s1600/slice-of-life-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsjP0oJlcg0/TkhrvdRtzUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZQOlEdCbzpM/s400/slice-of-life-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640876996338502978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span id="ms__id4"&gt;Life is too short . Most of us look to live past our seventies and perhaps  well into our eighties and nineties. However, there are no guarantees in  life. We must all learn to live life now  while we can,  because our lives can be gone in just a blink of an eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is less about finding answers than it is about seeking them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;An  ideal life is not a steady,  consistent progression. It involves 2  steps forward and anywhere from 1  to 3 steps back. It involves peaks  and valleys. The peaks feed your  soul and fuel your strength to endure  the valleys. The valleys feed your  heart and build your wisdom to  appreciate the peaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever  ideal life I can  envision with clarity will always remain elusive. The  true  ideal is one  I cannot see. It will only be revealed to me in  time, and it will only  be revealed if I keep my eyes and my heart open  enough to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only certainty in life is that it will be fraught with uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Promises  are not guarantees,  and even guarantees can be voided by the  uncertainties of life. Each  promise that is fulfilled should be  recognized for the gift it truly is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I limit my expectations to the unexpected, I will never regret what never comes to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;I  thrive on stories and  dreams, the greatest of which highlight  compassion, understanding and  brotherhood, and serve as reminders that  love and faith really can  conquer all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life  really is a walk in the  park...at least, that's where the filter is,  the one that sorts fiction  from truth and helps me to see who's really  behind the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love  is not a guarantees towards happiness. Love comes and goes  unexpectedly. It will fade due to certain circumstances. Don't place  high hope on love. It will leave you broken hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our  kids were an asset. Take good care of them. They are truly a gift from  Allah, love them and Insyallah they will love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bad marriages gave a great impact on life. The experiences make you more careful in making decision and make you more wiser in every steps that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Many of us go through life thinking that  tomorrow is just another day. We think that we can always see family and  friends another time. We put off things until tomorrow. Perhaps we all  need to celebrate life now and cherish the good times while we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time  waits for no one and you can’t put time in the bank. Perhaps we need to  get out and “Live. Love, Laugh” a little more and get on with life. The  slice of life may be big or small but we need to “Live to our full  potential and not waste it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-2908093118478165514?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2908093118478165514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=2908093118478165514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2908093118478165514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2908093118478165514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/08/slice-of-life.html' title='~ A Slice of Life ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsjP0oJlcg0/TkhrvdRtzUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZQOlEdCbzpM/s72-c/slice-of-life-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5319079410193777344</id><published>2011-07-25T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:15:10.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Lessons Life Taught Me ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6e6CzzKzzY/TjBVJDeq34I/AAAAAAAAAts/hzONfDck3cw/s1600/enjolras-delfin-young-woman-reading-by-a-window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6e6CzzKzzY/TjBVJDeq34I/AAAAAAAAAts/hzONfDck3cw/s400/enjolras-delfin-young-woman-reading-by-a-window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634096747881619330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10pt;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10pt;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;5. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;8. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Everything can change in the blink of an eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13. Get rid of anything that isn't useful.&lt;br /&gt;14. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;17. Over prepare, then go with the flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;18. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. The most important sex organ is the brain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. No one is in charge of your happiness but you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;21. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;22. Always choose life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;23. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;24. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Time heals almost everything. Give time time. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;26. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;27. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;29. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Get outside every day.  Miracles are waiting everywhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     we'd grab ours back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;33. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;35. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;36. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;38. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5319079410193777344?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5319079410193777344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5319079410193777344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5319079410193777344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5319079410193777344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/lessons-life-taught-me.html' title='~ Lessons Life Taught Me ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6e6CzzKzzY/TjBVJDeq34I/AAAAAAAAAts/hzONfDck3cw/s72-c/enjolras-delfin-young-woman-reading-by-a-window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-3038781176585447970</id><published>2011-07-23T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:36:47.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Persistence ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1J7decTSwNc/Tf6ooXSnavI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VcuvPeQGIM4/s1600/persistence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1J7decTSwNc/Tf6ooXSnavI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VcuvPeQGIM4/s320/persistence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620114796405287666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Is it time for you to give up and quit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Most  meaningful endeavors in life come with challenges.  Marriages,   businesses, getting an education, raising children and self-improvement   are all things that are important, but aren’t always easy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Giving  up is an option.  I know I’ve considered quitting just about   everything I’ve ever started at one point or another.  Surrendering to   the challenges sure seems tempting sometimes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Of course, successful people will tell you that &lt;strong&gt;persistence&lt;/strong&gt; is the key to winning.  Giving up is the only sure way to failure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Persistence  is defined as the ability to continue firmly in your purpose,  despite  the opposition you are feeling.  It takes courage and backbone  to be  persistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When I feel like giving up, I look at these 5 rules to motivate me to be more persistent :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1.  Breakthroughs happen everyday ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"  When you get into a tight place and everything goes  against you, till  it seems as though you could not hang on a minute  longer, never give up  then, for that is just the place and time that the  tide will turn. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;t  does seem to me that breakthroughs occur just after the darkest  period  in any endeavor.  Of course, giving up is certain failure.  Stick  it  out one more day.  Don’t look out too far toward the horizon, but   instead ask yourself, “What will it take to make it through today?”  Who   knows what tomorrow might bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2.  Surge to the finish line ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"  Nothing could be worse than the fear that one had given  up too soon,  and left one unexpended effort that might have saved the  world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Jane Addams&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I  think those that succeed have the uncanny ability to summon their   second wind when things seem their bleakest.  Maybe it is the eternal   optimism they hold inside.  Maybe it is undying confidence.  Maybe it is   a fear of failure.  Whatever the case, dig deep for another push  toward  your goal and you might just win big!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3.  The moment is yours ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"  If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance  for you. You  may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this  thing we call  “failure” is not the falling down, but the staying down. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mary Pickford&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Face  every day as if it is a new day.  It is another chance to go out  and  make happen what you want to happen.  I know this is true because  I’ve  made a lot of mistakes in my life.  If there was no such thing as a   second chance, then I’d be homeless, lonely and destitute!  Embrace   your opportunity to start fresh this moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4.  Adopt a survivor mentality ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Sometimes your greatest asset is simply your ability to stay with it longer than anyone else. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Brian Tracy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Make  the other guy give up!  You aren’t going to be the one to give  in  first are you?  Usually the person that sticks to their guns the   longest will be the ultimate victor.  Remember the motto from the   television show &lt;em&gt;Survivor&lt;/em&gt;?  It is time for you to “Outwit, Outlast and Outplay” your opposition!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5.  Never forget the tortoise ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Confucius&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Remember the tortoise from &lt;em&gt;The Tortoise and the Hare&lt;/em&gt;?   He  was painfully slow, but he never quit and he ended up winning.    Sometimes we can get discouraged because things aren’t moving as fast as   we want.  In this case, our expectations become self-defeating.  Don’t   worry about how slow things are going, just be sure they keep moving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-3038781176585447970?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3038781176585447970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=3038781176585447970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3038781176585447970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3038781176585447970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/persistence.html' title='~ Persistence ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1J7decTSwNc/Tf6ooXSnavI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VcuvPeQGIM4/s72-c/persistence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6033375537509111501</id><published>2011-07-22T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:47:22.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Memories ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hU_dE4lyjM/Tih0G7N4NAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/scfnSLgqN90/s1600/besar%2Bji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hU_dE4lyjM/Tih0G7N4NAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/scfnSLgqN90/s400/besar%2Bji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631878996350743554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mqNuUl4hWU/TihzJn3r4VI/AAAAAAAAAtc/AQxwo3vHSpY/s1600/100367.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mqNuUl4hWU/TihzJn3r4VI/AAAAAAAAAtc/AQxwo3vHSpY/s1600/100367.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life brings tears, smiles and memories. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The tears dry,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; the smile fades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; but the memories live on forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6033375537509111501?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6033375537509111501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6033375537509111501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6033375537509111501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6033375537509111501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/memories.html' title='~ Memories ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hU_dE4lyjM/Tih0G7N4NAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/scfnSLgqN90/s72-c/besar%2Bji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5066855405279249112</id><published>2011-07-13T15:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:07:18.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Marriage ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKGQWOmcEdE/TiZvsGIXxOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/LYCIrpvE6rk/s1600/1952926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKGQWOmcEdE/TiZvsGIXxOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/LYCIrpvE6rk/s400/1952926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631311187424036066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Needs In Marriage ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think people expect too much from marriage today. They  expect  perfection. Every moment should be a bliss. That´s TV or movies.  But  that is not the human experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you were married, you and your spouse both promised to care for each other, and you  expected that care from each other.  You were in love, and you were highly motivated to make each  other happy.  But it might not have occurred to you at the time that if you didn't care for each other  the right way, you might lose your love for each other.  And along with your loss of love, you might  lose your willingness to care for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the time, you probably  did not know what caring for each other the right way meant.  You  thought that your commitment to care for each other would be sufficient  to sustain your love.  Even today, you may still be in the dark as to  what it takes to care for each other the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To care the right way, you must  make large Love Bank deposits.  And I've found that the best way to make those deposits is to meet each other's  most important emotional needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is an emotional need?   It is a craving that, when satisfied,  leaves you with a feeling of happiness and contentment, and,  when unsatisfied, leaves you with a feeling of unhappiness and  frustration.  There are probably thousands of emotional needs, and it varies from one person to the other.   If you feel good doing  something, or if someone does something for you that makes you feel  good, an emotional need has been met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But not all emotional needs  are created equally.  When some are met, you may only feel  comfortable--they make small Love Bank deposits.  There are others,  however, that can make you feel downright euphoric.  In fact they make  you so happy that you're likely to fall in love with the person that  meets them.  I call those our &lt;b&gt;most important emotional  needs&lt;/b&gt; because they make the largest Love Bank deposits of all.  And  those are the very same emotional needs that a husband and wife expect  each other to meet in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once those needs  are identified, it helps them learn to meet those needs for each other. Make the largest deposits possible into each other's Love  Banks.  If all goes well, they  begin making those large deposits and eventually they are in love  with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I first learnt using  this approach to saving marriages, I didn't know what made people the  happiest in marriage -- I didn't know what emotional needs would be the  most important.  So I had to ask  men and women that  question, "What could your spouse do for you that would make you the  happiest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As spouses explained what  they wanted most, I classified their desires into emotional need  categories.  And almost all those I interviewed described one or more of  only ten emotional needs as being most important to them (admiration, affection, conversation, domestic support, family  commitment, financial support, honesty and openness, physical  attractiveness, recreational companionship and sexual fulfillment).   Very few ever named a most important emotional need that was not  included in this list of ten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also made a revolutionary discovery that helped me  understand why husbands and wives tended &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; to meet each other's  most important emotional needs.  Whenever I asked couples to list  their needs according to what they needed most, men would list them one  way and women the opposite way.  Of the 10 emotional needs, the five  listed as most important by men were usually the five least important  for women, and vice-versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What an insight!  It is no wonder that husbands and wives have so much  difficulty meeting each other's needs:  They lack empathy.   They are willing to do for each other what they appreciate the most, but it turns out that their efforts are misdirected.  What  they appreciate the most, their spouses appreciate the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone is unique.  While men &lt;b&gt;on average&lt;/b&gt;  pick a  particular set of five emotional needs as their most important and women  on average pick another set of five, any given man or woman can and do  pick various combinations of the ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When they  meet those needs for each other, they create the greatest happiness,  and trigger a mutual feeling of love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5066855405279249112?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5066855405279249112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5066855405279249112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5066855405279249112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5066855405279249112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/marriage.html' title='~ Marriage ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKGQWOmcEdE/TiZvsGIXxOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/LYCIrpvE6rk/s72-c/1952926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7580280920001187994</id><published>2011-07-13T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:26:57.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Good Marriage ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t126I2Pz85I/Th1HiW-2n3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Z02I30RvTPs/s1600/good-wife1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t126I2Pz85I/Th1HiW-2n3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Z02I30RvTPs/s400/good-wife1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628733764893319026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Married people should be best friends; no relationship on earth needs  friendship as much as marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship in marriage is so  important. It blows away the chaff and takes the kernel, rejoices in the  uniqueness of the other, listens patiently, gives generously, forgives  freely. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friendship will motivate one to cross the room one day and say  'I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.' it will not pretend perfection nor  demand it. It will not insist that both respond exactly the same in  every thought and feeling, but it will bring to the union honesty,  integrity. There will be repentance and forgiveness in every  marriage--every good marriage--and respect and trust....."      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7580280920001187994?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7580280920001187994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7580280920001187994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7580280920001187994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7580280920001187994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-marriage.html' title='~ Good Marriage ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t126I2Pz85I/Th1HiW-2n3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Z02I30RvTPs/s72-c/good-wife1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-650486039799396964</id><published>2011-07-13T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:56:49.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Integrity ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90dFb8H5kY4/Th0Z-hahpCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dXM521DGYN0/s1600/9c03ef4f5fe411df9af5000b2f3ed30f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90dFb8H5kY4/Th0Z-hahpCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dXM521DGYN0/s400/9c03ef4f5fe411df9af5000b2f3ed30f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628683671195198498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Be Impeccable With Your Word .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word  to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of  your word in the direction of truth and love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Don't Take Anything Personally .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a  projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to  the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless  suffering.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Don't Make Assumptions .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really  want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid  misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you  can completely transform your life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Always Do Your Best .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be  different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any  circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment,  self-abuse and regret."      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-650486039799396964?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/650486039799396964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=650486039799396964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/650486039799396964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/650486039799396964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/integrity.html' title='~ Integrity ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90dFb8H5kY4/Th0Z-hahpCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dXM521DGYN0/s72-c/9c03ef4f5fe411df9af5000b2f3ed30f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5618156074333353492</id><published>2011-07-10T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T01:24:02.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ A Real Sad Story ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-proTERF25Og/ThiOhfbb9VI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LpUk9P9MuVk/s1600/b5d8e584eb93594da82b4a75a2d150aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-proTERF25Og/ThiOhfbb9VI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LpUk9P9MuVk/s400/b5d8e584eb93594da82b4a75a2d150aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627404440422839634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(taken this story from a blog of a friend, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a sad story that needs a deep thoughts ....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The  year i turn 26, I met this guy who was my colleague. We partied quite a  bit together and soon we fell in love. We do things that are quite  extreme.... party like there is no tomorrow, on fridays and taking long  quiet walks along the beach on Saturday. But this guy was 10 years older  than me and a divorcee. Anyway, soon my parents found out about our  relationships and were not exactly happy about it. So one day, while  talking to my dad about him, we broke into a quarrel.... I was always  the rash sort, and the fight didn't end like usual, I threaten to leave  home if they are against the relationship. My dad was not known for even  temper as well. In the end, I packed my things and left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  went to his home, call him  and if I could stay at his place. But soon  found out that he actually have a wife at home. Things started to fall  apart, I was homeless, devastated and lost. I checked into a hotel, and  decided that I should leave this place of bad memories. I quit my job in  the bank the next morning, left for Australia without a notice,  thinking that I would be able to start my life afresh in a foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  got there, rented a place and started looking for a job. There were  times I really missed my family, but my pride prevented me from calling  home. Because of my financial position, I decided not to rent a place in  town, as I do not know how long it would take for me to find another  job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, while walking along a small road to go to the  neighbourhood milk bar, a car came along the side of me and grab me into  the car. Someone hit me on my head, and I could not remember anything  else. When I woke up, I was tied with my hand to my back, and  blindfolded. I was afraid.... all I know was a few men were taking their  turns on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream and scream, but all I could heard was  laughters from them. After a while I lost time. I do not know what's  happening or no longer felt anything anymore. All I can feel was pain  inflicted to me, monstrous laughter and I have no more strength to  struggle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time pass, and I was chloroformed. The  next time I know was that I woke up at the side of the road, where I was  pulled into the car. My dress was torn and I was naked waist down. I  just sat on the road side, too pain to walk, and too confuse to know  what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have called the police, a car came  and picked me up and send me to the hospital. The police took my  statement, tried to get me to describe the whole event, all I could do  was cry and all I wanted to do is to sleep. After 2 days, I was  discharge. I had a very bruised rib and my virginal had 6 stitches. I  was lost in my mind and not knowing what to do. I finally decided to  packed up my stuff and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 4 years ago. I was  hoping that all the unhappy things in life would be left in that foreign  land, and if life has been to such a stage, it could only go up.  Through the 1 year i was in Australia, I never once called home, even  though I wanted to very much. I guess my stubborn nature took charge of  everything when you are young and bashful. So anyway, when I came home,  I still did not go home, I rented a studio apartment, determined not to  go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What make it worst was that I visited a gynea here, and  was adviced to go for some tests.The result didn't came out too good,  first, I was tested HIV positive, and second, i was pregnant. I tried to  kill myself that night. I bought a bottle of sleeping pills, when back  to my apartment, swallow the whole thing, and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did  not remember what happen after that, but the next thing I knew, I was  in hospital, my parents were beside me. Apparently I had called my  mother just before I slept. They took me home after, provided me with  shelter, love and tender care, just like when I was young... They were  so willing to accept me, even though I'm a HIV positive carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I gave birth to a lovely girl. I do not know why I didn't abort it. I  just felt that it was a life in me, even though I did not chose it must  have been fate that she come into me. Unfortunately, she was also HIV  positive, and hers came into fullblown about 6 months later. She did not  live long enough to blow out the only candle I had so wish to put on  her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just sitting at home, enjoying my parents  constant attention, love and tender care. I know too that I'm waiting  for my time to come. The last test wasn't too good. I regretted getting  angry at my dad, and if I hadn't, nobody would have been so hurt, and I  would not have been in such a stage. People in my stage no longer dare  to make any wishes anymore. We don't look forward to anything, or even  dare to wish for anything. I do not know how to put it across. But it is  not a good feeling when you are just sitting in the room, waiting for  death to visit eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that when he finally  visit, he would make it a fast one. I do not know why I'm writing all  this, but if one day, my parents happen to stumped into this website,  this is what i want to say. "Papa and mama, thanks for all the love  and tender care you have shown me, i know my life is wasted, and i would  not be able to repay your kindness anymore. I wish i have a second  chance. and I love you both very much."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5618156074333353492?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5618156074333353492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5618156074333353492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5618156074333353492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5618156074333353492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/real-sad-story.html' title='~ A Real Sad Story ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-proTERF25Og/ThiOhfbb9VI/AAAAAAAAAsU/LpUk9P9MuVk/s72-c/b5d8e584eb93594da82b4a75a2d150aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-3845941150286599897</id><published>2011-07-08T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:20:53.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Live Your Life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WYvoN73Tgcg/ThXhv9excKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BF5Xy8EjISI/s1600/6f1ba423093b4e9ca8688f6kt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WYvoN73Tgcg/ThXhv9excKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BF5Xy8EjISI/s400/6f1ba423093b4e9ca8688f6kt4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626651523543036066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Blame is a condition of the mind, where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love is a condition of the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Choose to live your life from the heart ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-3845941150286599897?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3845941150286599897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=3845941150286599897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3845941150286599897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3845941150286599897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/live-your-life.html' title='~ Live Your Life ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WYvoN73Tgcg/ThXhv9excKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BF5Xy8EjISI/s72-c/6f1ba423093b4e9ca8688f6kt4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-9084239132822871311</id><published>2011-07-08T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:23:30.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Be Kind To Yourself ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8htKHnsPz0/ThXdHkUvBUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/A4Ry32gqF7M/s1600/enjoy-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8htKHnsPz0/ThXdHkUvBUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/A4Ry32gqF7M/s400/enjoy-life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626646431548769602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://satuperjalanan.blogspot.com/2011/06/be-kind-to-yourself.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calligraph421 BT;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;There will always          be times when it's hard &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; to remember your strengths.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times when you need to give yourself &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; special attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Be kind to yourself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kindness nurtures and gives hope to growing dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Respect yourself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Listen to your needs, and treat yourself as you would to a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Encourage yourself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Remember what you truly want, and fight for it as you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Appreciate yourself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't take for granted the qualities that make you unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Focus yourself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It is with discipline and motivation that you will move towards your goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Be giving towards yourself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;In that way, your strength will thrive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and you'll be realizing your goals a day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-9084239132822871311?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/9084239132822871311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=9084239132822871311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/9084239132822871311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/9084239132822871311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-kind-to-yourself.html' title='~ Be Kind To Yourself ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8htKHnsPz0/ThXdHkUvBUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/A4Ry32gqF7M/s72-c/enjoy-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7451484544362580172</id><published>2011-06-18T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:03:40.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Relationship ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG8nVjDJfvs/Tfw1efm7nsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/BTGLOAHIMoM/s1600/live-in-relationship.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG8nVjDJfvs/Tfw1efm7nsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/BTGLOAHIMoM/s400/live-in-relationship.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619425233048673986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Relationships ............&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;" When we're incomplete, we're always  searching for somebody to complete  us. When, after a few years or a few  months of a relationship, we find  that we're still unfulfilled, we  blame our partners and take up with  somebody more promising. This can  go on and on--series of polygamy--until  we admit that while a partner can  add sweet dimensions to our lives, we,  each of us, are responsible for  our own fulfillment. Nobody else can  provide it for us, and to believe  otherwise is to delude ourselves  dangerously and to program for  eventual failure every relationship we  enter.  "      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7451484544362580172?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7451484544362580172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7451484544362580172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7451484544362580172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7451484544362580172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/06/relationship.html' title='~ Relationship ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BG8nVjDJfvs/Tfw1efm7nsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/BTGLOAHIMoM/s72-c/live-in-relationship.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-416757184505853070</id><published>2011-06-10T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:37:23.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ TEN SECRETS ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtliXfmPsg0/TfEEvBzeIPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Zl7pdQIoJXQ/s1600/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtliXfmPsg0/TfEEvBzeIPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Zl7pdQIoJXQ/s400/together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616275416292401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="previewbody"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Humanst521 BT,Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;TEN SECRETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Humanst521 BT,Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FIRST SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Thought.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love   begins with our thoughts. We become what we think about. Loving   thoughts create loving experiences and loving relationships.   Affirmations can change our beliefs and thoughts about ourselves and   others. If we want to love someone, we need to consider their needs and   desires. Thinking about your ideal partner will help you recognize him   or her when you meet him or her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE SECOND SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Respect.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You   cannot love anyone or anything unless you first respect them. The  first  person you need to respect is yourself. To begin to gain  self-respect  ask yourself: "What do I respect about myself?" To gain  respect for  others, even those you may dislike, ask yourself: "What do I  respect  about them?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE THIRD SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Giving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;If   you want to receive love, all you have to do is give it! The more love   you give, the more you will receive. To love is to give of yourself,   freely and unconditionally. Practice random acts of kindness. Before   committing to a relationship ask not what the other person will be able   to give to you, but rather what will you be able to give them. The   secret formula of a happy, lifelong, loving relationship is to always   focus on what you can give instead of what you can take.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FOURTH SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Friendship.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To   find a true love, you must first find a true friend. Love does not   consist of gazing into each other's eyes, but rather looking outward   together in the same direction. To love someone completely you must love   them for who they are, not what they look like. Friendship is the soil   through which love's seeds grow. If you want to bring love into a   relationship, you must first bring friendship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FIFTH SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Touch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touch   is one of the most powerful expressions of love, breaking down  barriers  and bonding relationships. Touch changes our physical and  emotional  states and makes us more receptive to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE SIXTH SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Letting Go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If   you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you it's yours,  if  it doesn't it never was." Even in a loving relationship, people need   their own space. If we want to learn to love, we must first learn to   forgive and let go of past hurts, and grievances. Love means letting go   of our fears, prejudices, egos and conditions. "Today I let go of all  my  fears, the past has no power over me-today is the beginning of a new   life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE SEVENTH SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Communication.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;When   we learn to communicate openly and honestly, life changes. To love   someone is to communicate with them. Let the people you love know that   you love them and appreciate them. Never be afraid to say those three   magic words: "I Love You." Never let an opportunity pass to praise   someone. Always leave someone you love with a loving word - it could be   the last time you see them. If you were about to die but could make   telephone calls to the people you loved, who would you call, what would   you say and, why are you waiting?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE EIGHTH SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Commitment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;If   you want to have love in abundance, you must be committed to it, and   that commitment will be reflected in your thoughts and actions.   Commitment is the true test of love. If you want to have loving   relationships, you must be committed to loving relationships. When you   are committed to someone or something, quitting is never an option.   Commitment distinguishes a fragile relationship from a strong one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE NINTH SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Passion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passion   ignites love and keeps it alive. Lasting passion does not come through   physical attraction alone, it comes from deep commitment, enthusiasm,   interest and excitement. Passion can be recreated by recreating past   experiences when you felt passionate. Spontaneity and surprises produce   passion. The essence of love and happiness are the same; all we need to   do is to live each day with passion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE TENTH SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Trust.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust   is essential in all loving relationships. Without it one person  becomes  suspicious, anxious and fearful and the other person feels  trapped and  emotionally suffocated. You cannot love someone completely  unless you  trust them completely. Act as if your relationship with the  person you  love will never end. One of the ways you can tell whether a  person is  right for you is to ask yourself: "Do I trust them completely  and  unreservedly?" If the answer is "no", then you must think very  carefully  before you make any type of a commitment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-416757184505853070?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/416757184505853070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=416757184505853070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/416757184505853070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/416757184505853070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/06/ten-secrets.html' title='~ TEN SECRETS ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtliXfmPsg0/TfEEvBzeIPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Zl7pdQIoJXQ/s72-c/together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4579605174903725866</id><published>2011-06-06T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:28:28.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ Two Horses ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYcTDCJ0teM/Te5RLHUqLXI/AAAAAAAAArs/cguZWmVhv0k/s1600/two-horses-01-705589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYcTDCJ0teM/Te5RLHUqLXI/AAAAAAAAArs/cguZWmVhv0k/s400/two-horses-01-705589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615515036763696498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Horses ..........&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you get a closer look you will notice something quite interesting...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the horses is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made him a safe and comfortable barn to live in.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This alone is pretty amazing.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.  It is coming from a smaller horse in the field.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attached  to the horse's halter is a small, copper-colored bell. It lets the  blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As  you stand and watch these two friends you'll see that the horse with the  bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse  will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse  is, trusting he will not be led astray.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the horse with the  bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, he will stop  occasionally to look back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too  far behind to hear the bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like the owners of these two horses,  God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect. Or because  we have problems or challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are the blind horse, being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And at other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4579605174903725866?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4579605174903725866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4579605174903725866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4579605174903725866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4579605174903725866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-horses.html' title='~ Two Horses ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYcTDCJ0teM/Te5RLHUqLXI/AAAAAAAAArs/cguZWmVhv0k/s72-c/two-horses-01-705589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1659759548858108927</id><published>2011-05-21T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:31:51.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ Appreciation ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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He passed the first interview; BUT in that Company, the  director did the last interview, made the last decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director discovered from the CV, that the youth's academic result was &lt;a href="http://thoughtsnquotes.blogspot.com/2010/10/motivational-thoughts-mayonnaise-jar.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research,  never was there a year he did not score. The director asked, "Did you  obtain any scholarship in school?" and the youth answered "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  director asked, " Did your father pay your school fees?". The youth  answered, "my father passed away when I was one year old and it was my  mother who paid my school fees".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Where did  your mother work?" the youth answered, "my mother worked as cloth  cleaner." The director requested the youth to show his hands and the  youth showed a pair of hands that was smooth and perfect to the  director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, " Did you ever help your mother  wash clothes before?" The youth answered, "never, my mother always  wanted me to study and read more books, furthermore, my mother could  wash clothes faster than I could"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director said, I have a  request, when you go back today, go and help to clean your mother's  hand, and then see me tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth felt that the  chance of landing the job was high and when he went back, he happily  wanted to clean his mother's hands. His mother felt strange. With  happiness mixed with fear, she showed her hands to the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly and his tears fell as he did  that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so  wrinkled, and that there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises  were so painful that she shuddered when his mother's hands were cleaned  with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that the youth realized and  experienced that it is this pair of hands that washed the clothes every  day to earn him the school fees and that the bruises in the mother's  hand were the price that the mother paid for his graduation and academic  excellence and probably his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  night, the mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning,  the youth went to the director's office. The director noticed the tear  in the youth's eye and asked: "Can you tell what you did and learnt  yesterday in your house?"&lt;br /&gt;The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hands and also finished washing all the remaining clothes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director asked, "Please tell me what you felt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Number 1, I know what appreciation is now'. Without my mother, I would not be successful today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number  2, Now I know how to work together with my mother. Only now do I  realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3, I know the importance and value of family &lt;a href="http://thoughtsnquotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;relationship&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  director said, "This is what I am asking, I want to recruit a person  that can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the suffering  of others to get things done, and a person that would not put money as  his only goal in life to be my manager. You are hired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on,  this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his  subordinates, every employee worked diligently and as a team and the  company improved tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Lessons from this anecdote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  child who has been protected and habitually given whatever he needs,  develops "entitlement mentality"and always puts himself first. He is  ignorant of his parents' efforts. When he starts work, he assumes every  person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never  know the suffering of his employees and always blame others. These  kinds of people, may/will achieve good results and may be successful for  a while, but eventually would not feel a sense of achievement or  satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we happen to be this kind of (protective) parent, this is the time to ask the question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- whether we did/do love our kids or destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You  can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn to play  the piano, watch a big screen TV but when you are cutting grass, please  let them experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After a meal, let them wash their plate and bowl together with their brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love and show them the correct way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You  want them to understand that no matter how rich their parent are, one  day they will grow old, become weak and that their hair too will grow  grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The most important thing is for your kid to learn how to  appreciate, experience and learn the effort and ability needed to work  with others to get things done. They should also value, appreciate what  the parents have done and love them for who they are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1659759548858108927?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1659759548858108927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1659759548858108927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1659759548858108927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1659759548858108927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/05/appreciation.html' title='~ Appreciation ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-2717932968881932025</id><published>2011-05-20T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:52:00.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ The Story of life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYOig9ziQ_s/TdYqdprKPmI/AAAAAAAAArg/NYEB8JBxrcc/s1600/besar%2Bji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYOig9ziQ_s/TdYqdprKPmI/AAAAAAAAArg/NYEB8JBxrcc/s400/besar%2Bji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608717074827984482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5afwBRktXU/TdYqFy_P6rI/AAAAAAAAArY/u_08vQHSJNk/s1600/quotes-life2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story of life ..........&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="t1"&gt;Sometimes  people come into your life and you know right  away that they were meant  to be there, to serve some sort of purpose,  teach you a lesson, or to  help you figure out who you are or who you  want to become. You never  know who these people may be (possibly your  roommate, neighbor,  coworker, long lost friend, lover, or even a  complete stranger), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="t1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And   sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and   unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming   those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength,   willpower, or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Without   these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly   paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and  comfortable,  but dull and utterly pointless. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people you  meet who affect  your life, and the success and downfalls you  experience, help to create  who you are and who you become. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even the bad experiences can be learned from.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If   someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them,  for  they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being   cautious when you open your heart. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If someone loves you, love   them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because   in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and   eyes to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Make every day count.&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appreciate   every moment and take from those moments everything that you possibly   can for you may never be able to experience it again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and actually listen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold your head up because you have every right to. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell   yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if  you  don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in   you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can make of your life anything you wish. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Most importantly,&lt;/strong&gt;* *&lt;strong&gt;if you LOVE someone tell him or her, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store.&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And learn a lesson in life each day that you live. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's &lt;strong&gt;The Story Of Life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-2717932968881932025?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2717932968881932025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=2717932968881932025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2717932968881932025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2717932968881932025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-of-life.html' title='~ The Story of life ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYOig9ziQ_s/TdYqdprKPmI/AAAAAAAAArg/NYEB8JBxrcc/s72-c/besar%2Bji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-926413616255808560</id><published>2011-05-14T08:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:38:50.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>~ Love ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmLNBCX8GNc/Tc3LzYoCCSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/o9wukOQOirQ/s1600/Heart-Love-Love-heart-Herzen-simpa-hearts-sensual-amor-lock-labrujita-Misc-Lock-and-Key-handcuffs-chain-serca-heartz-tess-locks-srce-locked-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmLNBCX8GNc/Tc3LzYoCCSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/o9wukOQOirQ/s400/Heart-Love-Love-heart-Herzen-simpa-hearts-sensual-amor-lock-labrujita-Misc-Lock-and-Key-handcuffs-chain-serca-heartz-tess-locks-srce-locked-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606361194790258978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Is ........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a volatile word, a mysterious realm all its own. It can  blind and mislead the most calculated of men. Love is like an  unpredictable reaction, a different experience each and every time it  makes its presence known. Love can kill everything around it, Love can  spark growth, Love can rebuild and Love can destroy…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love can be a blessed event and a dark moment all in the blink of an  eye. Nobody can predict when or where love will come about…how it will  affect those involved or what it may reveal about each person it  touches… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is unpredictable, a blessing and a curse. Love is a lesson all  in itself, some catch on while others drown slowly it its vast meaning.  Love comes and goes, both caresses and stings…it can bring life and  usher in death….all in the same breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is caustic, an unprecedented foe to those not strong enough to  weather the storm it is. Love, in whatever shape it takes and whatever  outcome it brings about, also brings balance. So when there’s death it  brings life, when there’s pain, Love brings strength, when there’s a  loss, Love brings something overwhelmingly valuable. Love is the great  equalizer in this chaotic lifetime. Love is what it chooses to be at  that very instance it appears. Love can be a much-needed breakup so that  someone can start anew; Love can be that one person that compliments  another. Love can be whatever the moment needs in order to restore  balance. It might not always be what one desires or what one may feel  they need…rather Love is a method that allows the forces that be to  restore what sorely was missing at that moment in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is Joy… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is Pain… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is Strength… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is Balance.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-926413616255808560?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/926413616255808560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=926413616255808560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/926413616255808560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/926413616255808560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/05/love.html' title='~ Love ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmLNBCX8GNc/Tc3LzYoCCSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/o9wukOQOirQ/s72-c/Heart-Love-Love-heart-Herzen-simpa-hearts-sensual-amor-lock-labrujita-Misc-Lock-and-Key-handcuffs-chain-serca-heartz-tess-locks-srce-locked-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6859348799345073544</id><published>2011-05-09T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T04:09:39.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ What do women want ?~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CETI26mYUo/Tcb32SHfZoI/AAAAAAAAArA/Muvf2XVHogk/s1600/zbyszek-woman--nature--sunset--Children--flowers--man--sensual--zbyszek--beauty--romantik--different--jesie%25C5%2584--Doncellas--ulubione--women--OfHeartJC--schwannen_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CETI26mYUo/Tcb32SHfZoI/AAAAAAAAArA/Muvf2XVHogk/s400/zbyszek-woman--nature--sunset--Children--flowers--man--sensual--zbyszek--beauty--romantik--different--jesie%25C5%2584--Doncellas--ulubione--women--OfHeartJC--schwannen_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604439298257413762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do women  want ?............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To understand  women, the first thing that men need to do is stop  believing in the  concept that men and women are totally different in  their thoughts and  actions and behavior. Well, men are not from Mars and  women are  definitely not from Venus. Open your eyes, and you'll notice  that both  men and women belong to our very own, beloved Earth. The  aspirations,  expectations, and dreams of every women are as similar (or  as varied),  as that of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To find out what a woman wants; you will have to  find what does a man  want? (And every man knows, that, no matter what  the cliché says, its  not just sex.) It's love, care and affection;  money, success and status;  appreciation, companionship, friendship and admiration. All this and much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A  woman wants these very things. This is true, not  only about the great  and lofty ideals of life, but also about the small,  everyday things.  Once you understand this, you'll never be exasperated  and confused  about what it is, that is demanded of you, in any  situation; be it,  with your mother, sister, wife, girlfriend or a female  colleague. Try  and picture yourself in the same situation and ask  yourself, what you  would want in a similar situation? For example after a  tiring day, if  you would want a cup of tea or coffee, that's exactly  what a woman  would want too. Similarly, as you would want to achieve  success, power  and status in your professional career; that's exactly  what a woman  aims at, too. And if occasionally, you think that you need  appreciation  for the work that you do; that exactly is, what women need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm  not saying that there are no differences at all. However, these   differences are not related to the needs; but rather the behavior and   reaction-patterns. For example, most women will discuss problems at   length; while men aim at solving them at the earliest. Or that, women   like to share, and expect their men to listen; which means - not offer   solutions, but just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. And yes, women can cry easily; be it a   happy occasion or a sad one, or in fact, none at all. Most men find   this, hard to deal with. Nonetheless, this is also not very difficult to   tackle. In situations like these, all that a women needs, is assurance   and trifle bit of more care and affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once men change their perspective towards women, they will realize that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  sacrifice quite a lot, in every relationship.  Also that, women,  neither do realize this, nor are they unhappy about  it. Life would  really be far more easier, for us women, if we were to  get a little  more respect from people around us, especially those for  whom we care.  And this respect will be given, only if men understand  that we are not  very different from them. That we too, have the same  expectations from  life. And once this happens, every relationship  between a man and a  woman will become much more momentous, enriched,  enjoyable and  delightful.      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a class="cap" href="http://www.buzzle.com/authors.asp?author=29243"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="cap" href="http://www.buzzle.com/authors.asp?author=29243"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6859348799345073544?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6859348799345073544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6859348799345073544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6859348799345073544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6859348799345073544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-do-women-want.html' title='~ What do women want ?~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CETI26mYUo/Tcb32SHfZoI/AAAAAAAAArA/Muvf2XVHogk/s72-c/zbyszek-woman--nature--sunset--Children--flowers--man--sensual--zbyszek--beauty--romantik--different--jesie%25C5%2584--Doncellas--ulubione--women--OfHeartJC--schwannen_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-3235053745182924816</id><published>2011-04-27T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:17:11.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>~ To Heal The Pain of Divorce ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VitrZJr1UE/Tbg_DbFhcII/AAAAAAAAAqw/iNQJQt0IjrM/s1600/l5-101.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VitrZJr1UE/Tbg_DbFhcII/AAAAAAAAAqw/iNQJQt0IjrM/s400/l5-101.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600295464678289538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="intro"&gt;To heal the pain of divorce ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who goes through a divorce experiences pain and grief, but some may be more profoundly affected. Some do not cope  as well as others. Divorce can be a traumatic experience and healing  from it takes time. There are some ways you can help yourself move  through the healing process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Develop a support system.&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Find those friends and family who will be there to see you through  the times when you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen. A  clergyman or professional counselor may be helpful, as you can talk  openly and confidentially. After a divorce, your true friends won’t be  hard to recognize, because they will be willing to help you adjust to  the changes. Seek a divorce recovery group in your community, so that  you can interact with others going through the same emotions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seek professional help if needed.&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;p&gt; Some people get stuck in the pain of divorce, and may experience  depression, whether mild or severe. In that case, it is imperative to  seek professional help, through your family doctor or a licensed  therapist. Don’t try to carry your burden alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lean on your faith.&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;p&gt; People who have a religious base may find this is the time they rely  deeply on their faith. Even those who don’t consider themselves  religious can lean on the faith in themselves that healing is taking  place, and that they have the strength to pass through it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let yourself feel your emotions.&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;p&gt; Now is not the time to try to hold in your feelings. Cry when you  need to. Express your fears. Voice your anger. Holding in your emotions  or trying to convince yourself you are fine when you aren’t is not  healthy for you emotionally or physically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Journal.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p&gt; Many people find that journaling gives them a safe place to process  their thoughts and feelings. Choose a journal and set a time of the day  when you can write uninterrupted. This may be a time of discovery for  you, of the deep seated feelings you didn’t even realize you had. The  key to successful journaling is just to keep doing it. Find a safe place  to keep your journal so you can have access to it but feel it is safe  from others. After some time has passed, you can look back at how far  you’ve come and all that you have accomplished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t isolate.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p&gt; Accept the offers to go to lunch with your friends. Take a day and  go out window shopping or sightseeing in your community, and ask someone  along. Spend time with family and friends and don’t allow yourself to  become isolated. Some time alone is good for everyone, but don’t overdo  it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Be patient with yourself.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p&gt; For a while it may seem you take two steps forward and one back.  Allow yourself the time it takes to heal the emotional wounds. Deal with  them now so they don’t show up in your life in other ways later. Don’t  expect the pain to go away too quickly, but allow yourself all the time  you need. This is a very individual process, so don’t compare your  progress with others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="n3"&gt; Divorce is very painful, but the wounds do heal if you effectively  deal with the thoughts and emotions that result. Reach out when you need  help, and keep moving forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-3235053745182924816?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3235053745182924816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=3235053745182924816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3235053745182924816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3235053745182924816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-heal-pain-of-divorce.html' title='~ To Heal The Pain of Divorce ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VitrZJr1UE/Tbg_DbFhcII/AAAAAAAAAqw/iNQJQt0IjrM/s72-c/l5-101.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-902622504459087589</id><published>2011-04-27T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:16:55.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>~ Warning Signs of a Troubled Marriage ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUh8uTeG6w4/TbhBQ4gVYMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_j3Cxnz_PtM/s1600/LIving-with-Divorce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUh8uTeG6w4/TbhBQ4gVYMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_j3Cxnz_PtM/s400/LIving-with-Divorce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600297894936928450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning Signs of A Troubled Marriage .........&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your marriage is in trouble, it probably is. &lt;p&gt;Every marriage relationship is unique, but there are common warning signs and red flags that indicate problems in the marriage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are some of the more common warning signs of a troubled marriage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The two of you &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/healthyliving/a/ohiomarriage.htm"&gt;bicker&lt;/a&gt; a great deal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are withdrawing from one another or use the &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/nonverbal/qt/eyeroll.htm"&gt;eye roll&lt;/a&gt; a great deal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/cs/conflictandanger/ht/fightfair.htm"&gt;fight fair&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a lot of &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/difficultissues/a/nitpick.htm"&gt;nitpicking&lt;/a&gt; going on between the two of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You no longer &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/havingfun/Having_Fun_Together_and_Dating.htm"&gt;have fun&lt;/a&gt; together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have nothing &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/communicationtips/qt/compliments.htm"&gt;nice to say&lt;/a&gt; to one another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/communicationkeys/a/difficulttalk.htm"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; with one another about your problems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't respect one another or you &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/chores/a/nagging.htm"&gt;nag&lt;/a&gt; one another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/cs/communicationkeys/ht/mutualdecision.htm"&gt;agree&lt;/a&gt; on goals and values.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/cs/trustissues/ht/rebuildtrust.htm"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt; one another and feel &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/infidelity/a/infidsusp.htm"&gt;suspicious&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The level of sexual intimacy in your marriage is &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/cs/lowsexdrive/a/signslowsex.htm"&gt;low&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/cs/humor/a/teasingstop.htm"&gt;Teasing&lt;/a&gt; has become hurtful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your spouse tries to &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/infidelity/ss/emotionalaffair_7.htm"&gt;isolate you&lt;/a&gt; from your family and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You discover your spouse is &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/finances/a/Financial-Cheating.htm"&gt;lying about money&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/tips/qt/happymarriage.htm"&gt;happier&lt;/a&gt; when your spouse is away from home for an afternoon, a meeting, or for a business trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You realize that there is emotional and/or &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/cs/domesticviolence/ht/beingabused.htm"&gt;physical abuse&lt;/a&gt; in your marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of you has considered being unfaithful or has been &lt;a href="http://marriage.about.com/od/infidelity/Infidelity.htm"&gt;unfaithful&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Scott Haltzman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If you're having difficulties in your  marriage, you don't look outside the marriage as a place to solve it,  you look within the marriage and turn to your spouse to find ways to get  it better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-902622504459087589?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/902622504459087589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=902622504459087589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/902622504459087589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/902622504459087589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/04/warning-signs-of-troubled-marriage.html' title='~ Warning Signs of a Troubled Marriage ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUh8uTeG6w4/TbhBQ4gVYMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_j3Cxnz_PtM/s72-c/LIving-with-Divorce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1960013702344917304</id><published>2011-04-25T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:26:11.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Marriage ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2eQSZKswc0/TbRO-Fsb4rI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WVNh7baOg1s/s1600/sweet-dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2eQSZKswc0/TbRO-Fsb4rI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WVNh7baOg1s/s400/sweet-dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599187065315779250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Before marriage,&lt;br /&gt;a man yearns for the woman he loves,&lt;br /&gt;after marriage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the "Y" becomes silent .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1960013702344917304?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1960013702344917304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1960013702344917304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1960013702344917304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1960013702344917304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/04/marriage.html' title='~ Marriage ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2eQSZKswc0/TbRO-Fsb4rI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WVNh7baOg1s/s72-c/sweet-dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6944148688080922387</id><published>2011-04-12T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:45:31.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ When We Look Back ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pM6jiPNP6KE/TaOgl_jQQjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ImxEW639MMc/s1600/drawing%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pM6jiPNP6KE/TaOgl_jQQjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ImxEW639MMc/s400/drawing%2B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594491736699191858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="yiv280569647normaltext yiv280569647iguana yiv280569647iguana-rich-editable" id="yiv280569647span30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When We Look Back ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  desire so many things and waste their days in vain...&lt;br /&gt;Some yearn for  gold, others for power, yet others for glory and a higher station.&lt;br /&gt;But  when death's moment nears and they look back at their lives,&lt;br /&gt;they  realize they've been happy only during those moments when they've loved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6944148688080922387?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6944148688080922387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6944148688080922387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6944148688080922387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6944148688080922387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-we-look-back.html' title='~ When We Look Back ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pM6jiPNP6KE/TaOgl_jQQjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ImxEW639MMc/s72-c/drawing%2B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-9040278432096154124</id><published>2011-03-21T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:37:55.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ Colors You Wear Reflect Your Mood ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WMElD3h7Ec/TYb_SnssmiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OPjeRBiMdrc/s1600/good%2Bor%2Bevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WMElD3h7Ec/TYb_SnssmiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OPjeRBiMdrc/s400/good%2Bor%2Bevil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586433083158862370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors You Wear Reflect Your Mood .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. Wearing Green - Nurturing and Earthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is considered to be one of the most healing among all the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because  green is the color of trees and grasses it is a wonderful color choice  to wear anytime you are wanting to feel more in-tune with nature. Green  represents the Spring season and new growth. Choose this color to wear  whenever you are embarking on something new or wish to turn over a new  leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. Wearing Blue - Serenity and Calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing blue helps create a place of calm and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing  ocean hues of blue is especially calming. Indigo or darker blues can  offer more of a comfort zone feeling, almost as if you are sinking into a  pool of warm water. Blues in general remind me of a favorite pair of  well-worn denim jeans - now that's simply relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Wearing Gray or Black - Invisibility and Blending In.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing grays and blacks can be depressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's  face it, black and gray are fashion basics. We all have the basic black  suit or black dress slacks that are a must wear for a number of  different social settings. Aside from the slinky spaghetti strapped  number you have hanging in the back of the closet, you likely choose to  wear black because you prefer to blend in and not make any statement.  Wearing black will allow you to keep a low-profile in social settings if  that is your intention. Don't wear black if you want to stand out  amidst a crowd. Most folks don't even bother to wear black at funerals  anymore, it's just too sad to wear dreary and dark colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Wearing Orange - Energetic and Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange urges you to get out into the world and create something grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange  is a very high energy color. Its creativity juices are extremely  intoxicating and sweet tasting. Wearing orange is fun and can make you  feel quite playful. Artists love dabbling with orange hues. Orange  screams with sexual energy too, not surprising since orange is  associated with the sacral chakra. Because of its highly-charged  intensity some people cannot comfortably wear this color. Adorning  yourself with an orange accent piece can add a hint of playfulness.  Beware, if you need to complete a mundane project avoid wearing orange  as it might interfere with the stick-to-it-ness required to stay on  task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;5. Wearing Pink - Open Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing pink conveys compassion and an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  people associate pink with babies, little girls, and feminine energies.  But more than feeling feminine, wearing pink conveys compassion and an  open heart. When people are wearing pink, whether they are male or  female, they appear approachable and capable of loving others. If you  want to feel heart-connected reach for that pastel pink sweater from  your closet to wear. And if pastel colors don't suit you try on  something in bright fuchsia. You'll feel pretty in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. Wearing Purple - Unique and Special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing purple shows others that you want to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple  is seldom worn as a neutral color. Purple is the wrong color choice to  make if you are wanting to blend in among others as you go about your  business. The color purple, especially shades of violet, will definitely  make a statement. Wearing purple shows others that you want to be  noticed. If it is your desire to feel special and unique then purple is  the right color choice. If you would like to send a message out into the  world that you're one of a kind and that you could care less about  conformity, then wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Wearing Red - Powerful and Confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red can really pack a punch when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red  is a very powerful color. Wear red whenever you feel a need to portray  confidence or would like to boost your self esteem. However, be aware  that wearing too much red can make a person come off a little too  intimidating to others who may lack self confidence in themselves.  Visualizing the color red can help ground your energies so anyone who  has "flighty" tendencies will benefit from wearing red to serve as a  reminder to ground themselves throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Wearing White - Fresh Outlook - New Beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing white will help reduce any nagging feelings of disappointment or drudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White  represents cleansing and new beginnings. Putting on a white blouse  feels like being given an opportunity to start the day with a clean  slate. Wearing a white garment, as long as it hasn't taken on any  discoloration from too much laundering, can offer a fresh and bright  outlook. Be sure to get rid of any dingy white clothes often, replacing  them with brighter whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;9. Wearing Yellow - Cheerful and Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow is the perfect color to wear whenever your spirits needs an uplift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow  carries the same healing qualities associated with the sun. It offers  warmth, optimism, and light. All shades of yellows and golds will cheer  you up and help make you feel happier. Wearing yellow out into the world  makes an affirmation statement. For certain, yellow is a perky color!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-9040278432096154124?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/9040278432096154124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=9040278432096154124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/9040278432096154124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/9040278432096154124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/03/colors-you-wear-reflect-your-mood.html' title='~ Colors You Wear Reflect Your Mood ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WMElD3h7Ec/TYb_SnssmiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OPjeRBiMdrc/s72-c/good%2Bor%2Bevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4784315724976659130</id><published>2011-03-20T07:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:08:22.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ Relationship Paradigm ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-VUCxICGK8/TYVFaD8eWdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/LsdQOJLZlQM/s1600/Quote-Wallpaper-quotes-8080685-1600-1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-VUCxICGK8/TYVFaD8eWdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/LsdQOJLZlQM/s400/Quote-Wallpaper-quotes-8080685-1600-1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585947226860837330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Relationship Paradigm ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When  a woman buys a new pair of shoes or a man buys a new car, what   are  they looking for? In most cases, we have a preconceived idea of  what  we  like; when we see it, we buy it. Sometimes the purchase is  made even   when we can't afford it. The preconceived idea is called our  paradigm.   For some of us, our paradigm is flawed because we either  return the   shoes or trade the car in within three years or less. The  same principle   applies to our relationship paradigm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sometimes  we pick the person we like only to  want to return them or  trade them  in within three years or less. Even  when you are in a  relationship that  meets your paradigm and you are  satisfied, it is  possible that your  mate is not satisfied. In that case  you might end  up holding your  paradigm by yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Our relationship paradigm is  not just influenced by what we have   preconceived is attractive; it is  also impacted by what happens to us   when we encounter a person who  meets that paradigm. When you are with   that person, your heart skips a  beat, and you feel a lil' heat. You   don't wanna take it slow, even  though you know you have a long way to   go, you are probably in your  paradigm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The physiological response that  feels like you  are high is the  result of the brain releasing a chemical  called  dopamine. If both of  you feel the vibe, the tendency will be to  drive  until your bodies  intersect. When your bodies crash in pleasure,  you  just might close  your eyes, open your mouth, and begin to quiver,  this  is because your  brain has released another chemical called  oxytocin.  Dopamine is  stimulated by our emotional feelings and oxytocin  is  stimulated by  physical touch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The  desire to experience the feelings that  person provides  motivates us,  just like the feelings we get when  shopping for a new  pair of shoes or  driving a new car. The problem is  that our  relationships are not  inanimate objects that are simply based  on good  feelings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sometimes  we desire to wear different shoes and  drive different  cars because the  fashion and the style change. Perhaps  after foot  surgery you can no  longer wear heels. If you are married with   children, a two-seat  convertible is no longer practical. Likewise, what   we are attracted to  often shifts over time. When our relationship   paradigm shifts, the  absence of those past-felt emotions puts our   relationship at risk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If  you leave a glass of water unattended for an  extended period of  time,  eventually the water will evaporate. For a  relationship to last,  it  constantly needs love poured into it that is  manifested by  attention,  appreciation, affection, encouragement,  comfort, and  respect. Without a  manifestation of unconditional love, it  does not  matter how good you  feel when you are together, eventually your   paradigm will shift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If  our relationship paradigm gets us to the  point of marriage, we  must  understand that God intends for you to be as  faithful to one  another . The marriage vows represent a  covenant that is binding  by  God, but the marriage license represents a  contract that is binding  by  an attorney. With divorce rates over 50% we  know that people break   contracts, but God desires that we keep covenant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;There  are legitimate reasons for terminating a  relationship such as  adultery  and domestic violence, but the desire to  return our  relationship like a  pair of shoes or trade it in like a car  just  because our relationship  paradigm has shifted is unacceptable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4784315724976659130?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4784315724976659130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4784315724976659130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4784315724976659130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4784315724976659130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/03/relationship-paradigm.html' title='~ Relationship Paradigm ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-VUCxICGK8/TYVFaD8eWdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/LsdQOJLZlQM/s72-c/Quote-Wallpaper-quotes-8080685-1600-1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8641042425609886891</id><published>2011-03-19T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:31:14.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ What Makes a Man? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5xacFkPi5o/TYQwc5fyhPI/AAAAAAAAApw/2Hnc74vFu_U/s1600/mukmindoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5xacFkPi5o/TYQwc5fyhPI/AAAAAAAAApw/2Hnc74vFu_U/s400/mukmindoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585642710874883314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="style10"&gt;What Makes a Man? ..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What makes a man and what is the true measure of manhood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="style11" align="center"&gt; Temperature is measured in degrees&lt;br /&gt;                Weight is measured in pounds&lt;br /&gt;                Speed is measured by miles per hour&lt;br /&gt;                Liquid is measured in ounces&lt;br /&gt;                Distance is measured by miles&lt;br /&gt;                Time is measured in hours&lt;br /&gt;                Hard drives are measured by megabytes&lt;br /&gt;                Pressure is measured by PSI&lt;br /&gt;Genius is measured by IQ&lt;br /&gt;True manhood is measured in virtues    &lt;span class="style11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="style11" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/strong&gt;True  manhood is measured in virtues. The  best way to define virtue is  through the telescope of manly courage and  valor. It is the quality of  doing what is right when doing what is wrong  is much easier. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; The virtues of true manhood… &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  A true man is secure in himself; unflinching in  the face of the mixed  messages heralded by society concerning: sex,  manhood, fatherhood and  husbandhood. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He inherently recognizes his duty to God, his family, community, country and government. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  He leads with a servant’s heart; filled with  love and endued with  compassion; concerned about the needs and feelings  of his fellowman. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He lives by the law of all for one and one for all. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He never sells out his family or community for filthy lucre’s sake. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  His character is marked by his integrity,  fidelity and loyalty. No  matter how other men conduct or represent  themselves, he lives by the  law: “My word is my bond.” &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  He does not leave his family and community  vulnerable to risks,  attacks or dangers. Protecting them is one of his  utmost concerns. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  His diligence in fulfilling his  responsibilities is demonstrated daily  as he vigilantly seeks the  spiritual, moral, health, educational,  social, and economic prosperity  of his people. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He never abandons his flesh and blood or leaves his family or community dangling in the wind. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He is a griot; he perpetuates the family legacy, traditions and vision through the future generations. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  How he deals with adversity distinguishes him  from the multitudes of  males who succumb to temptations, crack under  pressure and cower under  in times of challenge and hardship. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  Always executing that which is right and good  for his family and  community; he has the courage and resolve to make  tough unpopular  decisions. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; His vision of the family is a loving, vibrant, cohesive, healthy and tightly knit unit and he never jeopardizes that vision. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He does not squint his eyes in the face of injustice or inhumanity; he is resolved to helping and improving mankind. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He is not a respecter of persons. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He prepares his sons and daughters for the future. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He doesn’t misconstrue his kindness as a sign of weakness. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; His character is marked by dignity, honor and chivalry. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He is known as a champion amongst champions. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He is able to admit and amend his faults and receive advice and guidance without being arrogant, stubborn or prideful. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He does not recompense evil with evil; instead he repays evil with good. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He is a cultivator and as such, he brings out the best in people. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; He respects his elders and comprehends the immense value of their sage advice. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  He is called an awesome son, the best brother a  sister could have, a  true friend, a great husband, a doting and loving  father, a trusted  confidant, a caring and benevolent man. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; His character is marked by his good stewardship. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  He knows his God-given purpose and understands  and utilizes his  God-given gifts, talents and abilities for the benefit  and blessing of  mankind. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; This is the true measure of a man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8641042425609886891?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8641042425609886891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8641042425609886891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8641042425609886891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8641042425609886891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-makes-man_19.html' title='~ What Makes a Man? ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5xacFkPi5o/TYQwc5fyhPI/AAAAAAAAApw/2Hnc74vFu_U/s72-c/mukmindoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8470234639391060597</id><published>2011-03-19T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:47:55.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>~ Unclaimed Baggage ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlAlrDSrSzk/TYOMcI0YzAI/AAAAAAAAApo/XlnSJtTdnpA/s1600/woman-charged-with-luggage-station-train-travel_386013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlAlrDSrSzk/TYOMcI0YzAI/AAAAAAAAApo/XlnSJtTdnpA/s400/woman-charged-with-luggage-station-train-travel_386013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585462377900985346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unclaimed Baggage ...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;One day I woke up and found myself in an indescribable place. Well,  more  like an out of body trip. I couldn't figure out where I was going  or  how I got there but what I saw before me were these two big heavy  bags, big enough to stuff a body in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I wondered, "Where the hell am I and whose big ass bags are these?" So just out of curiosity, I opened the bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; One was filled to capacity with fear, sadness, rejection, depression,   worry, disgust, self-pity, low self-esteem, and anger while the other   bag was also just as heavy. However when I opened it, to my surprise, it   was empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In the bottom of the empty bag was a small note that read, "You will know what to do with this bag once the time is right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; So I'm thinking, "I not only don't know where I am or how I got there   but now, I have to carry these two heavy bags around. Hell, do they even   belong to me? I don't see my name on them. Who in the world would  carry bags around like this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Suddenly a train appeared... "All  aboard" shouted the engineer. I ran to  the doors as they flung open and  tried to get on the train but my bags  just got in the way. I felt  someone take the bags from me, to put them under the train. You could  feel the bags hit the floorboard  (THUMP).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Before the train  could pull off, someone was escorting me off and back  to my bags.  "Madam I'm sorry, we have a weight capacity. Your bags are  entirely too  heavy to board the train. You can either leave them here or empty  something out and wait for the next train."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So I took my bags  and looked inside the full one to see what I would  remove while I  waited for the next train. I decided to remove sadness  and put that in  the empty bag for I was sure it weighed the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When the next  train appeared I ran over to it, heavy bags and all. But  still the same  response from the conductor, "Bags too heavy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Train after  train I was being told the same thing. So I carefully  removed each  emotion from the one bag to place in the empty one.  I  didn't want to  throw them away because I was just an overseer of the  bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I  am a responsible person you know. Whoever left me with these bags must   really trust me to keep them and handle them with care. "Whose bags are   these any way and how did I become responsible for them?" I shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; The last train appeared. Before I got on, I looked into what was once  an  empty, heavy bag but was now filled with all those emotions from the   old bag and I zipped it up. Then I peered inside the now new empty bag  and saw a mirror with a note attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I gazed at myself in the  mirror and I looked tired. Hell I was tired!  Tired of those bags!  Tired of deciding which emotion I was going to get  rid of for they all  were heavy. Then I realized those use to be my  emotions, all bagged up  with nowhere to go. I carried them around tucked and  hidden away, just  in case I needed to use them again one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I stopped gazing in  the mirror only to read the note attached, "Keep  this bag and carry it  with you thru your journey, for this is where you  will store your  hopes, dreams, passion, faith, blessings, and possibilities. Never close  this bag or you'll miss the opportunity  to spill some of these new  emotions onto someone else who needs them  too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Quickly I ran  over to the train with my newly lighter bag with a big  smile on my  face. And as I boarded, I heard a voice in the distance say,  "Madam you  left your other bag."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I smiled and winked and said, "I have my bag!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;For you see, I don't know who that bag belongs to now... just know that it's no longer mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8470234639391060597?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8470234639391060597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8470234639391060597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8470234639391060597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8470234639391060597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/03/unclaimed-baggage.html' title='~ Unclaimed Baggage ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlAlrDSrSzk/TYOMcI0YzAI/AAAAAAAAApo/XlnSJtTdnpA/s72-c/woman-charged-with-luggage-station-train-travel_386013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4375630542203447004</id><published>2011-03-18T15:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:44:47.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ The 4 Stages of Relationships ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The 4 Stages of Relationships :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if a woman gave birth 3 months after she conceived?  The duration of a normal pregnancy is approximately 10 months. The  development of the child from embryo to fetus and finally to newborn  occurs within 3 trimesters.                       &lt;p&gt; Each trimester represents a stage that the  child needs to develop. If a woman gave birth shortly after she  conceived, the child would not be fully developed and could possibly  die. The same principle applies to our relationships. When we do not  take our time going through the natural stages of a relationship, it's  likely the relationship will not develop properly and it could die  prematurely. &lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                          &lt;td valign="top" width="355"&gt;&lt;p class="style15 style15" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The 4 Basic Stages of Relationships Are: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                          &lt;td valign="top" width="355"&gt;&lt;p class="style15 style15" align="center"&gt; Stranger &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                          &lt;td valign="top" width="355"&gt;&lt;p class="style15 style15" align="center"&gt; Casual acquaintance &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                          &lt;td valign="top" width="355"&gt;&lt;p class="style15 style15" align="center"&gt; Intimate acquaintance &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                          &lt;td valign="top" width="355"&gt;&lt;p class="style15 style15" align="center"&gt; Friendship &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="style15"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever met someone for the first  time and thought to yourself, "they are a really nice person?" Although  they may have created a great first impression, you must not loose sight  of the fact that they are a stranger and you don't know enough about  them to determine if they are a nice person or not. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt; A snake in the grass may look like a stick  until it bites you. Most of us are like chameleons in that we have the  ability to take the color of our environment. We wear social masks with  different personas for different situations. Therefore when we meet a  stranger, it is likely you're meeting their persona and not their true  character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="style15"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Casual Acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/strong&gt; Communication is an important tool in  relationships. It is used to go from the person being a stranger to them  becoming a casual acquaintance. It is said that 10% of communication is  verbal and the other 90% is non-verbal, which includes voice tone,  eye-to-eye contact and body language. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If it looks like a duck, quacks  like a duck, and walks like duck, it's probably a duck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt; In a casual acquaintance relationship, you may  go beyond studying the person by just looking at them and begin to see  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if their talk matches their walk.&lt;/span&gt; This can be done in a very informal  manner whether it be at the office, or any other environment that  gives you the opportunity to be observant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style15"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ntimate Acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/strong&gt; If you dial someone's home number and you  miss a digit, you will not get through. The same should be so for  establishing an intimate acquaintance. If they do not connect with the  right place in the home of your spirit and soul, they should not get  through your invisible, emotional wall. An intimate acquaintance will  get to know personal details about you that if revealed in public could  be embarrassing. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt; The law of magnetism in essence says like  people are attracted to one another. Any person who gets emotionally  close to you should have enough in common with you that you are able to  support and comfort one another in a time of need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="style15"&gt;Friendship ..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever thought somebody was your  friend only to find that they were only a casual acquaintance? Calling  somebody a friend without going through the stages of relationships is  like calling a child an adult simply because their body is developed. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt; A friend is an intimate companion that loves  you unconditionally and has proven that they can be trusted. God gives  us friends to be with us in the good and the bad times. We should not be  so quick to call people friends, but allow the relationship to develop  over time just like an embryo develops from a fetus to a healthy child. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt; Are you willing to take your time and allow God to guide you through the stages of relationships? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4375630542203447004?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4375630542203447004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4375630542203447004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4375630542203447004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4375630542203447004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-stages-of-relationships.html' title='~ The 4 Stages of Relationships ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1155143000274292148</id><published>2011-03-18T13:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:48:47.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>~ Are They Really Your Friend? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mxjr2aB7uY/TYVrAWgqfiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/20xTF3G0MI0/s1600/quote-wallpaper43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mxjr2aB7uY/TYVrAWgqfiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/20xTF3G0MI0/s400/quote-wallpaper43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585988566609722914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are They Really Your Friend? ..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style15"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Thought You Were My Friend?&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever thought someone was your friend only to later find out that the person was your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that most of us falsely identify people as friends is because  we do not use God's standard to measure true friendship. So often we  call people that we like "friends" when in reality they are  "acquaintances" or "associates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship can best be described as a  personal relationship between two parties where there is a God ordained  covenant, unconditional love, reciprocal giving, and mutual trust.&lt;br /&gt;When you reflect on those you call friends how many of them meet that  standard? What binds friends together is their covenant. A covenant is  like a contract but more serious. A covenant is an agreement between two  parties that is binding by God, whereas a contract is an agreement  between two parties that is binding by an attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although marriage is the primary covenant relationship next to God,  friendships are next in importance. If married people were truly friends  there would be fewer incidences of divorce because they would have  practiced the principle of covenant before they got married. The people  who are involved in a covenant friendship are faithful to one another  because they believe that God has ordained their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style15"&gt;Unconditional Love; The Secret Ingredient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/strong&gt;The foundation for covenant is unconditional  love. You may not always like your friend but God requires you to love  them. This is not the emotional touchy feely type of love but the type  of love God expresses to us unconditionally. This type of love is an  attitude that expresses itself in sacrifice when you have a need,  patience when required, and kindness regardless as to the circumstances.  &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;Love is important because the fire of adversity  will test all friendships. A tea bag has to be heated up before it can  become a refreshing glass of tea. Likewise a relationship has to go  through trials before it can qualify as a friendship. Love is the  foundation during those difficult times. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;The love that you have for your friend will  motivate you to give when they are in need. If your friend has a need  and you have the ability to share, then it is your responsibility to  meet that need. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;Your friend may not have the same ability to  give as you do. Giving's motivation should always be love without a  hidden agenda. Trust is the security and confidence that you acquire  over time. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style15"&gt;The Perfect Friend…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/strong&gt;Nobody is perfect including your best  friend; therefore your primary trust should be in God. God will lead you  to a friend that you can have confidence in because their trust is in  Him. Would you take off your clothes in the presence of your friend? If  the answer is “no,” it is probably because you do not trust them. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;You know that they are your friend when you can  emotionally take off the clothes that you use to hide who you really are  underneath and share your heart without having to worry about your  confidence being violated. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;A friend is not just a person that you like. A  friend is a person that God has ordained a covenant with unconditional  love, with giving and they have proven that they can be trusted. If you  can look back at your life and call two people, “&lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;,” you have been blessed. &lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;How many friends have you had?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1155143000274292148?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1155143000274292148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1155143000274292148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1155143000274292148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1155143000274292148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-they-really-your-friend.html' title='~ Are They Really Your Friend? ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mxjr2aB7uY/TYVrAWgqfiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/20xTF3G0MI0/s72-c/quote-wallpaper43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8544197262507124376</id><published>2011-03-04T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:55:27.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Don't Forget To ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijAtB8bI8hM/TW_V9yww2mI/AAAAAAAAApg/SBzyeOEz5sI/s1600/image%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijAtB8bI8hM/TW_V9yww2mI/AAAAAAAAApg/SBzyeOEz5sI/s400/image%2B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913720910371426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't Forget To...&lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;                by Jessica                    &lt;br /&gt;(Oregon)            &lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;p&gt;                                                                         People always have their good days and their bad days. Life in  general  is supposed to be a great thing that you only get one shot at. I   believe some of us forget what life is all about. You're supposed to be   living every day like it is your last... Work yes, but don't forget to   play too. When the sun is out, skip the laundry for a few hours and go   soak it up. Live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all such creatures of habit   and we get so caught up in the "wake, work, eat, and sleep" routine that   we forget to stop and smell the roses. Hundreds of thousands of people   lose their lives to cancer, diseases, old age, etc. every year. I'm  sure  most of them "wished" they would have done this or that, or  "regretted"  not going and seeing things they wanted to see, or doing  things they  wanted to do. Young people's lives are cut short and they  really do not  always get to experience the things they want to before  they pass away.  So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the things you want to do, be who you  want to be, see  what you want to see. If you want to tour  Europe, do  it! If you want to skydive, then skydive! If you want to  climb a tree,  climb it! If you want to run a marathon, run it! You only  live once.  People forget what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes we need to  make our dreams a reality because you never  know when your last day will  be. I'm not saying "go out and quit your  job" or "take a sick day".  What I'm saying is... all the time people  spend "working extra" or  "doing housework" or "playing video games,  watching TV, on Myspace /Facebook all  day... etc." is time you can be  spending living your dreams. If it's a  beautiful day outside, go see  the world... go explore the area you live  in... be spontaneous. You  don't always need TV's Xboxes and Computers to  have fun. You don't  always have to spend money either. I'm sure most  people have not even  found the hidden beauty their surroundings bring  them. Go explore up a  river, or a secret beach, or take a short drive or  a short hike until  you find something satisfying. Take pictures,  because you will regret  not doing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  friend of mine had her life cut short due to cancer at only  17 years  old. She was a brilliant person and brought happiness to  everyone around  her. She had the same hopes, wishes and dreams that  everyone else her  age has. It saddens me to think she didn't get to  "live it up" like  everyone else did. I know she is looking down at  everyone smiling  because they are living life to the fullest. She is  the strongest person  I have ever met. She did not let her sickness get  her down. She had a  heart of gold and her smile was always brighter  than the sun. She lived  her life to its fullest potential every day she  had all the way down to  her last. She was a great person and had great  dreams. She taught me to  never let something get you down, as bad as  it always may seem there  will be something good to come of it. She  passed away in April and they  had a wonderful Celebration of Life for  her. She is definitely someone I  will NEVER forget. I will continue my  life with a positive attitude and  tons of enlightenment thanks to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  plan on crossing 10 or  more things off my "Bucket List" each year of  my life until I myself  pass or until there is nothing left on the list.  If my list runs out, I  will simply think of more positive experiences  and fun things to do  until I croak. I would like everyone else who  reads this to do the same.  Appreciate the life you have, even the ups  and downs. We all have them,  and if you get through them it only will  make you stronger. If you  fall, just get right back up. See the world,  be yourself, imagine  things, create things, experience the  unexperienced, and most  important... have fun and don't forget to stop  and smell the roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8544197262507124376?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8544197262507124376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8544197262507124376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8544197262507124376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8544197262507124376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-forget-to.html' title='~ Don&apos;t Forget To ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijAtB8bI8hM/TW_V9yww2mI/AAAAAAAAApg/SBzyeOEz5sI/s72-c/image%2B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6638428774412460694</id><published>2011-02-23T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:29:45.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ The story of the 256 old year man ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy0wzEFDIy0/TWPybJOYQUI/AAAAAAAAApY/lxMecrUpq08/s1600/225px-Li_chingYuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy0wzEFDIy0/TWPybJOYQUI/AAAAAAAAApY/lxMecrUpq08/s400/225px-Li_chingYuen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576567311761424706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The story of the 256 old year man ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In our today world  it is impossible for one to believe that a man can live up to the age of  150 years let alone 256 years. According to Time magazine and the New  York Times that were published in the year 1933, there died a man whose  age was 256 years. I am not sure if he was lucky to have lived up to  this age or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He went by the name of Li Ching-Yun. In his  lifetime he was able to bury 23 wives. He was able to get 180  descendants by the time of his death. If he were in Africa he would have  been the role model of many men as the worth of a man was measured by  the number of wives and children one had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Li Ching-Yun claimed that  the secret to his long life was sitting like a tortoise, sleeping like a  dog, walking sprightly like a pigeon and keeping a quiet heart. He  shared this information with a warlord that wanted to know what to do to  live that long. Li insisted that peace of mind and calmness were the  main contributors to his long life. For those that wonder what the man  ate, you will be surprised to learn that he mainly consumed rice and  wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not much is known about the early life of Li Chung. The  information that is known would be that he was born in the same town  where he died. This would be in the province of Szechwan in China. He  was literate by the age of ten and often traveled to Shansi, Tibet,  Kansu and Manchuria to get herbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He continued selling herbs for  almost 100 years. He sold his own herbs and also other peoples herbs.  Time magazine also indicates that his fingernails were six inches long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many  people by the age of 80 are usually shriveled and cannot do a lot of  things for themselves. Surprisingly Li was very youthful and could do a  lot for himself. This lead to many people doubting if he was that old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Li  admitted that he was born in the year 1736 and us this would make him  only 197 years contrary to the supposed 256 years. It is a professor at  the Minuko University that proved that Li was born in the year 1677. He  was able to proof this by producing records that show that the Chinese  government honored him on his 200th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This leads to the  huge question if Li had forgotten his own age or was he even the legit  Li. Looking at it from a medical perspective, it seems impossible for  one to be able to live for that long. The age of Li has surpassed the  official record by more than 130 years. It is claimed that he looked  like a sixty year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only reasonable conclusion would be  that he either had a superhuman body or all this stories are mere  exaggerations. Problem is we may never know the complete truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6638428774412460694?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6638428774412460694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6638428774412460694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6638428774412460694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6638428774412460694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-of-256-old-year-man.html' title='~ The story of the 256 old year man ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy0wzEFDIy0/TWPybJOYQUI/AAAAAAAAApY/lxMecrUpq08/s72-c/225px-Li_chingYuen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-3037723604003373228</id><published>2011-02-19T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T04:03:47.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ The ant and the contact lense ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfMpwPZOgKI/TV7QH02IwSI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zuNrNpETiOQ/s1600/woman-rock-climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfMpwPZOgKI/TV7QH02IwSI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zuNrNpETiOQ/s400/woman-rock-climbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575122221594624290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;The ant and the contact lense ...........&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing. Although  she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite  cliff. In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took a hold on the  rope, and started up the face of that rock. Well, she got to a ledge  where she could take a breather. As she was hanging on there, the safety  rope snapped against Brenda's eye and knocked out her contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  here she is on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet below her and  hundreds of feet above her. Of course, she looked and looked and looked,  hoping it had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn't there. Here she  was, far from home, her sight now blurry. She was desperate and began to  get upset, so she prayed to the Lord to help her to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom there was a new party of  climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted  out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?" Well, that would be  startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving  slowly across the face of the rock, carrying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda's  father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story  of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a picture of an  ant lugging that contact lens with the words, "Lord, I don't know why  You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy.  But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would probably do some of us good to occasionally say,God, I  don't know why you want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it  and it's awfully heavy. But, if you want me to carry it, I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-3037723604003373228?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3037723604003373228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=3037723604003373228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3037723604003373228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3037723604003373228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/02/ant-and-contact-lense.html' title='~ The ant and the contact lense ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfMpwPZOgKI/TV7QH02IwSI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zuNrNpETiOQ/s72-c/woman-rock-climbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5470751719478982831</id><published>2011-02-10T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:37:06.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Beauty ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TVLQsFMZarI/AAAAAAAAApI/E6K1TnyUk34/s1600/Sunset_rainbow_by_msaric10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TVLQsFMZarI/AAAAAAAAApI/E6K1TnyUk34/s400/Sunset_rainbow_by_msaric10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571745144737721010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beauty .............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;             &lt;b&gt;" He who stores evil in his heart cannot see beauty."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;(by Hazrat &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1297272299_0"&gt;Inayat Khan)&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells  another about some evil, he thinks that he himself is so good, so free  from all evil. This side of human nature we see even in children. One  child will come and tell how naughty the other is, thinking, 'I must be  called good.' Such a tendency grows and develops. Life gathers the  wickedness in people. The heart becomes impressed. In time the evil is  stored up. That which is the store becomes the treasure, the world  within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who stores evil cannot see good, because there is no good in this world that has not a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1297272299_2"&gt;little spark&lt;/span&gt;  of evil in it. There is no evil in this world that has not a little  spark of good. If a person only tried to find the spark of good, he  could find it. But if a person seeks to find a little spark of evil in  every good, he can do that also. Someone may say of another, 'He is very  good.' But the neighbor says, 'Yes, he is good, but you do not know  this about him: I will just tell you what he does!' Is there anyone who  never contradicts when somebody is praising another? There has never  been anyone in history about whom somebody has not spoken evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really good? The answer is, there is no such thing as good or  evil. There is beauty. That which is beautiful, we call good. That which  is ugly compared with the beautiful, we call evil: whether it is  custom, idea, thought or action. This shows that this whole phenomenon  of the universe is the phenomenon of beauty. Every soul has an  inclination to admire beauty, to seek for beauty, to love beauty, and to  develop beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5470751719478982831?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5470751719478982831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5470751719478982831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5470751719478982831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5470751719478982831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/02/beauty.html' title='~ Beauty ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TVLQsFMZarI/AAAAAAAAApI/E6K1TnyUk34/s72-c/Sunset_rainbow_by_msaric10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6722229595772401406</id><published>2011-02-04T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:01:29.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ What are you looking for in life?~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TUrfT12vcrI/AAAAAAAAApA/l3FMcr4Ga2A/s1600/s%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TUrfT12vcrI/AAAAAAAAApA/l3FMcr4Ga2A/s400/s%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569509421164229298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you looking for in life?&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty  of people reach a point in their lives where they just aren’t satisfied  with where they are, or what they have. Midlife crisis is a great  example of this – people start realizing that their life is going by  very quickly, and think they’re running out of time to “have fun”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is:&lt;br /&gt;Have  you ever really spent time thinking about what you want to get out of  life? Or will you wait until you reach a point where you realize life is  passing you by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The  desire to create the life we want takes a measure of risk and it does  take courage. Sometimes building a solid foundation when we make the  decision to walk away from our comfort zones gives us the firm footing  we need to go forward and to explore what’s next in our lives.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are  we content in all areas of our life? Why not start to overcome fears  of failure, and think about some areas of our life that we  can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what are we looking for in life?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we are looking for in this life ...&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to cherish every moments of it ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6722229595772401406?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6722229595772401406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6722229595772401406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6722229595772401406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6722229595772401406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-you-looking-for-in-life.html' title='~ What are you looking for in life?~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TUrfT12vcrI/AAAAAAAAApA/l3FMcr4Ga2A/s72-c/s%2B6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1434320492436273872</id><published>2011-02-01T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:29:48.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>~ I Don't Mind What Happens ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TUbhrB73iNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/MhwgPpNM1gU/s1600/image%2B23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TUbhrB73iNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/MhwgPpNM1gU/s400/image%2B23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568386118660360402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="preview"&gt;&lt;h1 style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“I DON’T MIND WHAT HAPPENS”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div style="display: block;" id="previewbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the powerful statement I came across this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Not  minding what happens means being ONE with the Universe, being in sync  with the world and the present moment, accepting and not resisting THE  NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Being at ease with what IT IS, AS IS, is the key to bring  extreme and total comfort and peace of mind into our life.&lt;/span&gt; Every single  experience in our life serves a greater purpose. Thus we ought to stop  mentally labeling every situation or event that happens in our life as  either good or bad, by breaking this habit, you prevent yourself from  participating in human drama and thus saving yourself plenty of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean that we should stop putting effort on  bringing change into our life. On the contrary, like Eckhart Tolle  mentions in his book “A New Earth”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“When  the basis for your actions is inner alignment with the present moment,  your actions become empowered by the intelligence of Life itself”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life  and nature are pretty wise. Our nature and all our surroundings will  always be filled with priceless teachings. We shall never stop wanting  to keep learning, the universe provides endless FREE education/wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“There  is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an  examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the  moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we’ve learned today is that we must start practicing THE ART OF NOT MINDING WHAT HAPPENS in our present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The  secret to happiness, OBSERVE, ACCEPT and LEARN. &lt;/span&gt;If our present moment  still HURTS pretty severely, always remember that GOD ALMIGHTY is  ALL-KNOWING. He wont leave you alone ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah that statement will inspire me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1434320492436273872?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1434320492436273872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1434320492436273872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1434320492436273872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1434320492436273872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-mind-what-happens.html' title='~ I Don&apos;t Mind What Happens ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TUbhrB73iNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/MhwgPpNM1gU/s72-c/image%2B23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1488515215921482331</id><published>2011-01-25T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:28:02.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ How To Accept People And Situations In Our Life ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TT2mmlZL1uI/AAAAAAAAAos/N6kytgMgf20/s1600/w%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TT2mmlZL1uI/AAAAAAAAAos/N6kytgMgf20/s400/w%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565787896302786274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 id="post-699"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wisdomwords.ca/2010/11/how-to-accept-the-people-and-situations-in-your-life/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to How To Accept The People and Situations In Your Life"&gt;&lt;span style="width: 46px; height: 32px;" class="cufon cufon-canvas"&gt;&lt;span class="cufon-alt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;          &lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How To Accept People And Situations In Our Life ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems that there is so much going on in our lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juggling family, friends, work and relationships in life can be  challenging. At times we have a hard time accepting that others cannot  see our point of view. This leads to anger, frustration, resentment and a  feeling of sadness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times in our life have we just had a conversation and we  say to ourself or to the people around us “I can’t believe what he  said” or “Why can’t she see that what she is doing is wrong” and the  comments go on and on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of us go through life living in our heads and making decisions  and judgments about the way we think life should be going and more  importantly the way others should be acting or reacting to what we have  to say or do.  This leads us to such frustration when things don’t go  our way or the people in our lives don’t act how we think they  should.  Hours are spent worrying and stressing ourselves out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine our life if we could accept or understand someone else’s  point of view.  I have learned over the years that we are all right in  our own heads.  Sometimes we can see another point of view but for the  most part we are all right.  There is nothing wrong with that if you can  also understand that everyone else is also right in their own heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are a few tips to help you understand another persons point of view.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Realize that another person firmly believes what they are doing is  right&lt;/span&gt; (even though we think it is completely crazy).  This is a big step  to take as you are now seeing another angle to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Accept that others have their own opinion and way of doing things.   &lt;/span&gt;Instead of thinking that your way is right and convincing others that  they are wrong accept that others have their own way of doing things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dont’ take it personally.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a tough one especially when it  comes to relationships with family.  The hardest thing to get over is  when someone close to you appears to be intentionally hurting your  feelings.  Realize that it is their reality and perhaps they are unaware  of how they are making you feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t assume that other people know how you are feeling&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of  times we assume that others should know how we feel or know what we are  thinking.  They don’t.  Make sure that you tell them what’s on your  mind. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The way you see the world can be different from the way others  perceive it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;We are all individuals with different views on the world.   Realize that others have their own thoughts and perceptions on  situations that are different from yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationships with others can be a challenging task.  Look at it like  we are all part of a big blended family.  We are all different and this  makes for a very interesting life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you can accept that we all have our differences this is the  first step to personal freedom.  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not an easy task but if you take  it day by day and realize we all see life differently you are on the  road to a happier you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1488515215921482331?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1488515215921482331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1488515215921482331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1488515215921482331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1488515215921482331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-to-accept-people-and-situations-in.html' title='~ How To Accept People And Situations In Our Life ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TT2mmlZL1uI/AAAAAAAAAos/N6kytgMgf20/s72-c/w%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7625444705136438608</id><published>2011-01-22T19:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:30:51.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>~ Sharing ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TTrm8LGPdVI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sdxys84nlVI/s1600/4h48eh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TTrm8LGPdVI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sdxys84nlVI/s400/4h48eh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565014211015177554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TTrmEDg1UwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/5eObnhyDoA4/s1600/Picture%2B0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday was a busy and tiring day ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got an appointment at USIM in Ampang .... unknown place and new to me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while focusing on the road .......... I got a message from a friend (NFAR) ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the message sound so sad and serious ... but I can not help ... then I really stuck to find where the USIM ...... Ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope she forgive me ... anyway I text her back  "get u later" ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to NFAR .... I truly understand how you feel ... how I wish to hug you and tell you, how much I care ! ... but you are in penang and I'm here ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here I got a story to share with you ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is the real story and not designed to please you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I happened to know this benggali lady who stayed in the same housing area with me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day while cleaning my garden .. she came up to me .. she said " will you willing to listen to me " ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked at her ... from her eyes can be seen the pain she had suffered ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I invited her into my house and offered her a drink ... then she begin her story ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was abandoned by her husband (an ex police officer age 65 yrs) who stayed with his girlfriend ... and asked her to get out from the house ... and now she stayed with one indian family ... about five to six houses away from her husband ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a talk with that indian family ... and they confirmed to me about the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what surprised me is that ... my daughter who went to work as early as 6.30 am, and saw her standing at the front gate of her husband's house ... my daughter said, every morning she was there ....... Ohhhhh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day I saw her walking in front of my house ... called her in and asking her why she did all that ... her answer was simple " I still love him, and will never forget him, and believe he will return back to me " ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was speechless and stunned by her answer .... what else can I say ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from that day .... I never disturb her anymore ... just watching her from far ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking here and there alone .... ( so sad to see her like that )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one afternoon while preparing for my zuhur salat, I heard an ambulance in front of that indian house, saw many people .... finished my salat I quickly went to that house ........ I was so shocked when informed, she had passed away and refused taking any foods for many days .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cried while walking back home ........ the tears keep streaming down my cheeks ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I learned a lesson from this incident .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my friend NFAR ......... the choice is in her hand .. she can choose to let go of the pain .... and start a new life ... as we can see that her husband no longer love her ... but she keep on believing that her husband will return back one day ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I understand the feeling of missing someone, keep seeing him everywhere .....I dont blame you for that my friend ..... but the choice is yours ... as you told me, his family had chosen other girl for him ... please my friend, do your best ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and think wisely &lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allah knows best why He didn't give you now ...&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as I told you earlier .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' It is said that every pot has it's lid. A pot with a wrong fitting lid is not what it could be, nor will it ever be able to be what it could be. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(keep in touch my friend ..... always wishing you the best ... take care )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7625444705136438608?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7625444705136438608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7625444705136438608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7625444705136438608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7625444705136438608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/01/sharing.html' title='~ Sharing ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TTrm8LGPdVI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sdxys84nlVI/s72-c/4h48eh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7034489842353569729</id><published>2011-01-20T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:32:38.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ What Solitude Unearths In Us ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TThHYOT5pdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PwALNL3huqo/s1600/s%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TThHYOT5pdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PwALNL3huqo/s400/s%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564275821100246482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Solitude Unearths In Us ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we enter into solitude to be with God alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we quickly discover how dependent we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without the many distractions of our daily lives, we feel anxious and tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When nobody speaks to us, calls on us, or needs our help, we start feeling like nobodies. Then we begin wondering whether we are useful, valuable, and significant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our tendency is to leave this fearful solitude quickly and get busy again to reassure ourselves that we are ‘somebodies.’ But that is a temptation, because what makes us somebodies is not other people’s responses to us but God’s eternal love for us. To claim the truth of ourselves we have to cling to God in solitude as to the One who makes us who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7034489842353569729?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7034489842353569729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7034489842353569729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7034489842353569729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7034489842353569729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-solitude-unearths-in-us.html' title='~ What Solitude Unearths In Us ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TThHYOT5pdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PwALNL3huqo/s72-c/s%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1919236603028913834</id><published>2011-01-14T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:26:25.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ The Truth ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TS9DSEIF1KI/AAAAAAAAAoE/d5bJMLuM19M/s1600/scenery%2B21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TS9DSEIF1KI/AAAAAAAAAoE/d5bJMLuM19M/s400/scenery%2B21.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561738042450236578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq (a. s.) and abu Shakir .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jafar as-Sadiq (A. S.) was one of the most patient and tolerant  teachers of his time. He used to take his classes every day. After his  lectures he would listen and reply to the objections of his critics. He  had asked his critics, who attended his classes, not to interrupt him  during his lectures. They were quite free to ask him any question or  raise any objection after the classes were over.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once Abu Shakir, one of his opponents, said to him: “Would you allow me to say something and ask some questions?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yes, you can”, replied Imam Jafar as-Sadiq.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said Abu Shakir: “Is it not a myth that there is Allah? You want  people to believe in a thing which does not exist. If there was Allah,  we could have felt his existence through our senses. You may say that we  can feel His presence by the help of our inner senses, but our inner  senses also depend upon our five outer senses. We cannot conjure up an  image of anything in which some of our senses were not involved. We  cannot conjure up the picture of a person whom we have not met; recall  to our memory his voice if we have not heard him and feel the touch of  his hand by our inner senses if we have never taken his hand in our  hand.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You may say that we can perceive the presence of Allah by our  intelligence and not through our inner or outer senses. But our  intelligence also needs the assistance of our five outer senses, without  which it cannot function. We cannot make any reasoning or come to any  conclusion without the help of our senses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By your imagination you have created a being, which is of your own  image. Since you see, talk, hear, work and rest, He also does exactly  what you do.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You do not show Him to anyone. To maintain your hold on the people  you say that He cannot be seen. You also say that He was not born from  the womb of a woman. He does not procreate and that He would not die. I  have heard that there is an idol in India, which is hidden behind a  curtain and is not allowed to be seen by the Hindu devotees. The  custodians of the idol say that it is out of mercy that their god does  not appear before them, because whoever casts his eyes on it, would  instantly die.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Your Allah is also like the veiled god of the Hindus. It is out of  His mercy that He does not appear before us. If he does, we shall surely  die. You say that the universe was created by Allah, who did not talk  to anyone, except to the Prophet of Islam. As a matter of fact the  universe came by itself. Does anyone create the grass, which grows in  the field? Does it not grow and get green by itself? Does anyone create  the ants and the mosquitoes? Do they not come out by themselves?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I must tell you, who claims to be a scholar and the successor of the  Prophet, that among all the stories, which circulate among the people,  none is more absurd and baseless than the story of Allah, who cannot be  seen. There are many baseless stories, but they, at least, depict real  life and present before us the people and personalities, who may  themselves be fictitious, but their acts and deeds are like those of  real human beings. We can see them. They eat, they drink, they talk,  they sleep and they love. When we read these fictitious stories, we  enjoy them. We know that they are false, but we see in them the faces of  men and women, who are like us. The people mentioned in the stories  might not have existed, but our common sense accepts existence of such  people in the world. However, when we cannot see, feel or touch your  Allah, our logic and reasoning, which depend upon our senses, do not  accept his existence.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“l know that some people, who have been deceived by you, believe in  your invisible Allah, but you cannot deceive me and make me believe in  Him. I worship God, who is made of wood and stone. Although my God does  not talk, but I can see him with my eyes and touch him with my hands.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You say that the God whom I have made from my own hands is not  worthy of being worshipped, while you ask the people to worship Allah,  you have created by your imagination. You deceive innocent people by  saying that your imaginary Allah has created the universe, but I do not  deceive anyone. No one created the universe. There was no need of any  god to create it. It came by itself. God cannot create anything. He is  himself our creation. I created him by my hand and you by your  imagination.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq (A. S.) did not say a word during the long tirade  of Abu Shakir. Sometimes his students, who were present, wanted to  intervene but he asked them to remain quiet. When Abu Shakir stopped his  lengthy discourse, the Imam asked him, if he had anything more to say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Retorted Abu Shakir: “By introducing your invisible Allah to the  people, you want to acquire wealth and position and have a respectable,  comfortable and luxurious life. These are my last words. I do not want  to say anything more.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq (A. S.) said: “l would like to start with the  last part of your speech. Your accusations that I want money, position  and a comfortable life would have been justified if I was living like a  caliph. You have seen today that I have eaten a few morsels of bread  only and nothing else. I invite you to my house to see for yourself what  I will have for dinner and how I live.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, if I wanted to acquire wealth and have a good life, as  you say, I was not obliged to teach and preach to get rich. I would have  earned money and got rich by my knowledge of chemistry. Another way to  get rich was to do business. I have more knowledge’ about foreign  markets than any merchant in Medina. I know what goods are produced in  different countries and where to sell them for profit. I also know how  to bring them here to reduce the cost of transport. Our merchants import  goods only from Syria, Iraq, Egypt and some other Arab countries. They  do not know what goods are available in Isphahan, Rasht and Rome,  otherwise they would have imported them and sold them with profit.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, you have said that I ask the people to worship Allah to  deceive them and to get rich. I must tell you that I have never taken  anything from anyone, except some fruits as presents. One of my friends  sends to me every year fresh dates from his garden and another some  pomegranates from Taif. I accept these presents so that they may not get  offended.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I have heard, O Abu Shakir, that your father was a pearl merchant.  Perhaps you may have some knowledge about pearls. But I know all about  pearls and precious stones. I can also appraise their market value. If I  wanted to get rich I would have worked as a jeweller. Can you test and  recognise a precious stone? Do you know how many kinds of rubies and  emeralds there are in the world?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I know nothing about them”, replied Abu Shakir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Do you know how many kinds of diamonds there are and what colours they have?” asked Imam Jafar as-Sadiq.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I do not know”, replied Abu Shakir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq said: “I am not a jeweller, but I know all about  the pearls and precious stones. I also know where they come from. All  jewellers must know about gems, what I know, but few of them know their  sources.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Do you know what makes a diamond shine?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I never was a diamond merchant, nor was my father. How can I know why diamonds shine?; replied Abu Shakir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said the Imam: “Diamonds are obtained from the beds of rivers and  streams. Rough diamonds are cut by experts. This is the cut of a  diamond, which gives it its brilliance. Those who are experts in cutting  diamonds are trained from the childhood in the profession of their  fathers and forefathers. Cutting a diamond is a very delicate and  difficult art. A diamond is cut only by a diamond.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, I have said all this simply to show to you that if I  wanted to accumulate wealth, I could have done so by making use of my  knowledge about jewels. I have replied to your accusations and now I  shall deal with your objections.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, you have said that I have fabricated stories and ask the  people to worship Allah, who cannot be seen. You refuse to acknowledge  existence of Allah, because He cannot be seen. Can you see inside your  own body?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Replied Abu Shakir: “No, I cannot.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq said: “If you could have seen what is inside you,  you would not have said that you do not believe in Allah, who cannot be  seen.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir asked: “What is the relationship between seeing within one’s own body and the existence of your unseen Allah?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq (A. S.) replied: “You have said just now that a  thing, which cannot be seen, touched, tasted or heard, does not exist.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir said: “Yes, I have said that and I believe it is true.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jafar as-Sadiq asked: “Do you hear the sound of the movement of blood in your body?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said Abu Shakir: “No, I do not. But does blood move in the body?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq (A. S.) said: “Yes, it does. It makes a full  circuit of your body. If the circulation of blood stops for a few  minutes you will die.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir said: “I cannot believe that blood circulates in the body.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq said: “It is your ignorance, which does not let  you believe that your blood circulates in your body, and the same  ignorance does not let you believe in the existence of Allah, Who cannot  be seen.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the Imam asked Abu Shakir whether he has seen the tiny living beings, which Allah has created in his body.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jafar as-Sadiq continued: “It is because of these small creatures and  their wonderful work that you are kept alive. They are so small that  you cannot see them. Since you are a slave of your senses, you do not  know about their existence. If you increase your knowledge and decrease  your ignorance, you will come to know that these small beings in your  body are as large in number as the particles of sand in the desert.  These small creatures are born in your body, multiply in your body, work  in your body and die in your body. But you never see them, touch them,  taste them or hear them in your life time.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It is true that one who knows himself knows his Allah. If you had  known yourself and had the knowledge of what is going on inside your  body, you would not have said that you do not believe in Allah, without  seeing Him.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pointing his finger to a huge stone he said: “Abu Shakir, do you see  the stone, which is in the foot of that portico? To you it seems  lifeless and motionless, because you do not see the brisk motion, which  is inside the stone. Again it is lack of knowledge or your ignorance,  which would not let you believe that there is motion inside the stone.  The time will come when the learned people would see the motion which is  in the stone.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Continued the Imam: “Abu Shakir, you have said that everything in the  universe came by itself and has no Creator. You think that the grass in  the field grows and gets green by itself. You must know that the grass  cannot grow without seeds and seeds would not germinate without moisture  in the soil and there would be no moisture if no rain falls. The rain  does not fall by itself. First the water vapours rise and gather above  in the atmosphere in the form of clouds. The winds bring the clouds.  Then the water vapours condense and fall down as rain drops. The rain  must also fall at the right time, otherwise no grass will grow and  become green. Take the seeds of ten kinds of herbs and put them in a  closed jar, which has sufficient water, but no air. Would they  germinate? No, in addition to water, seeds need air also. It is possible  to grow grass, herbs and fruits in hot houses, when it is very cold,  provided there is sufficient air. Without the presence of air no grass  will gr! ow in the fields and get green. If there is no air, all plants  and animals, including human beings, would die.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, do you see the air, on which your very existence  depends. You only feel it when it moves. Can you refuse to believe in  the existence of air? Can you deny that to grow and get green the grass  needs many things like seeds, soil, water, air, a suitable climate and  above all a strong managing power, which may co-ordinate the action of  these different elements. That Managing and Co-ordinating Power is  Allah.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You say that everything comes by itself because you are not a  scientist. No scientist would ever say that. All scientists and all  scholars believe in the existence of a creator, albeit, they may call  Him by different names. Even those, who do not believe in Allah, believe  in a Creative Force.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, it is not because of one’s knowledge, but it is due to  his ignorance that he does not believe in Allah. When a wise man thinks  of himself, he finds that his own body needs a controller so that all  its organs and systems may function properly. He then realises that this  vast universe also needs a controller or supervisor so that it may run  smoothly.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You said just now that both of us create our own gods – you by your  hands and I by my imagination. But there is a big difference between  your god and my Allah. Your god did not exist before you made him out of  wood or stone, but my Allah was there before I could think about Him. I  do not create my Allah by my hands or by my brain. What I do is to know  Him better and think of His Greatness. When you see a mountain you try  to know more about it. It is not creating the mountain by imagination.  That mountain was there before you saw it and it would be there when you  are gone.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;‘You cannot know much about the mountain because of your limited  knowledge. The more your knowledge grows, the more you will learn about  it. It is impossible for you to find out when and how that mountain came  into being and when it would disappear. You cannot find out what  minerals are there inside or underneath the mountain and what is their  benefit to mankind.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Do you know that the stones, out of which you make your idols came  into being thousands of years ago and shall exist for thousands of years  more. These stones have come here from a distant place. They could  travel that long journey because different parts of the earth are always  moving, but this movement is so slow that you do not feel it. There is  nothing in the universe, which is not in motion. Rest or motionlessness  is meaningless. We are not at rest even when we are sleeping. We are in  motion because the earth is in motion. Besides, we have a motion inside  our own bodies.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, if you had any knowledge about the piece of stone, out  of which you carve an idol, you would not have denied the existence of  Allah and said that I have created Him by my imagination. You do not  know what a stone is and how it came into being. Today you can handle it  as you like and cut it into any shape or form, but there was a time  when it was in liquid state. Gradually it cooled down and Allah  solidified it. In the beginning it was quite brittle and would have  broken into pieces in your hand like a piece of glass.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Asked Abu Shakir: “Was it in a liquid condition before?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yes, it was”, replied Jafar asSadiq (A. S.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir burst into a peal of laughter. One of the students of  Jafar as-Sadiq got angry and was about to say something when he was  stopped by his teacher.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir said: “I am laughing because you say that the stones are made of water.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jafar as-Sadiq (A. S.) replied: “I did not say that the stones are  made of water. What I had said was that in the beginning they were in a  liquid state.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir said: “What difference does it make. The liquid and water are the same things.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq replied: “There are many liquids which are not  water. Milk and vinegar are liquids, but they are not water, although  they have a water content in them. In the beginning the stones were  liquid like water and they flowed like water. Gradually they cooled down  and became hard so that you could cut them and make them into idols.  The same hard stones will turn into liquid, if they are heated.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said Abu Shakir: “When I go home I will check the truth of your  statement. I will put the stone in the fireplace and see if it turns  into liquid or not.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said the Imam: “You cannot liquefy stone in your fireplace. Can you  liquefy a piece of iron at home? A very high temperature is required to  turn solid stone into liquid.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Do you realise how you could make the idols out of stones? It was  Allah, who made the stones. It was He Who created you and gave you the  hands with the unique fingers, which enabled you to handle tools and  chisel out the idols from the stones. Again it was He who gave you power  and intelligence, which you used in making the idols.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, do you think that the mountains are only heaps of  stones? The Great Allah has created them to serve some very useful  purpose. They were not created so that you may take stones and turn them  into idols. Wherever there is a mountain there is flowing water. Rain  and snow which fall on the mountain tops produce streams of fresh water.  These streams combine together to form big rivers, which irrigate farms  and fields. The people who live in the valleys, through which the  rivers flow, are assured of constant supply of water. People who can  afford it, go to the mountains during the summer season to escape the  heat of the plains.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“The mountains work as a great bulwark and protect towns and  villages, which are in their valleys from the devastation and  destruction of hurricanes. Green mountains provide good grazing grounds  for sheep. When scorching heat burns the pastures down in the plains and  no fodder is left, the shepherds take their flocks of sheep to the  mountains and stay there till the end of summer. Mountains are also  habitats of birds and animals, some of which are a good source of food  for those, who live there. Even the mountains, which are not green, are  not without some use. If the people try, they may discover in them mines  of metals and minerals which are useful for mankind.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, I am too small and too weak to create Allah with my  brain. It is He, who has created my brain, so that I may think of Him  and know Him – my Creator. He was there before I came into being and He  would be there when I am no more. I do not mean that I would be totally  destroyed. Nothing in the universe is totally destroyed. Everything is  subject to change. It is only Allah, Who does not change.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, please tell me sincerely to whom will you turn for help  when you are in trouble? Do you hope that the idol you carve out of  stone can come to your succour? Can it cure you when you are sick; save  you from mishaps and calamities; save you from starvation and help you  pay your debts?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir replied: “I have no such expectations from the stone, but,  I think there is something inside the stone, which will help me.  Moreover, I cannot help worshipping it.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq enquired: “What is inside the stone? Is it also stone?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I do not know what it is. But it cannot help me if it is also stone,” replied Abu Shakir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said Imam Jafar as-Sadiq: “Abu Shakir, what is inside the stone and  is not stone and can help when you are in trouble is, Allah.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir pondered over the subject for a while and then said: “Is Allah, who cannot be seen, inside the stone?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Imam replied: “He is everywhere.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir said: “I cannot believe that a thing may be everywhere but remain unseen.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Imam said: “Do you know that the air is everywhere but cannot be seen?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said Abu Shakir: “Although I cannot see the air, I can, at least,  feel it when it moves. But I can neither see your Allah nor feel his  presence.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq said: “You do not feel the presence of air when  it is not moving. The air is only a creation of Allah. He is everywhere,  but you cannot see Him or feel His presence by your senses. You have  admitted just now that although you do not see it, but your instinct or  your soul tells you that there is something inside the stone, and is not  the stone, which can help you. That something is Allah. Your instinct  also tells you that you cannot live without Allah and without  worshipping Him.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir said: “It is true. I cannot live without worshipping idols.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said Imam Jafar as-Sadiq: “Do not say idols. Say Allah. It is He, Who  is worthy of worship. just like you everyone is obliged to worship Him.  One, who does not worship Allah has no guide and no guardian. He is  just like one, who cannot see, cannot hear, cannot feel and cannot  think. He does not know where to go and on whom to depend when in  trouble. Worshipping Allah is a part of living. Every living being  worships Him instinctively. Even the animals cannot live without  worshipping Him. We cannot ask them and they cannot tell us that they  worship Allah, but their well regulated and orderly life is sufficient  proof that they worship Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I do not say that the animals believe in Allah and worship Him just  as we do. But there is no doubt that they obey the laws made by their  Creator faithfully, which means they worship Him. If they were not  obedient to their Creator, they could not have such an orderly and  regulated life.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“We see that just before the advent of spring the titmouse (a kind of  small bird) always comes at the same time and sings, as if to give us  the tiding of the new season. The itinerary of these migratory birds is  so regulated and their schedule so fixed that even if the last days of  winter are still cold, their arrival is not delayed for more than a few  days. When Chilchila (a migratory bird) returns after covering a  distance of thousands of miles, it builds its nest at the same place,  where it had built it last spring. Was it possible for these small birds  to have such a well organised life if they did not obey the laws of  Allah and worship Him?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, even the plants obey the laws made by Allah faithfully  and worship Him. Out of 150 species of plants, which are further divided  into hundreds of sub-species you will not find even one plant, which  has a disorganised and disorderly life.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, just like us the plants also do not see their Creator, but they worship Him by obeying His laws instinctively.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I know that you will not accept, or perhaps you do not understand,  what I say. A man must have sufficient knowledge to understand  complicated problems.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, not only animals by their animal instinct and plants by  their plant instinct obey Allah and worship Him, the lifeless and  inanimate objects also, with whatever instinct they have, obey Allah and  worship Him. If they did not worship Him, they would not have followed  the laws made by Him. As a result, their atoms would have broken apart  and they would have been destroyed.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“The light which comes from the sun also worships Allah by obeying  his laws, which are very stringent and exact. It comes into being by the  combination of two opposite forces. These forces also obey the laws of  Allah and worship Him, otherwise they cannot produce light.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Abu Shakir, if there was no Allah there would have been no universe  and no you and me. The sentence, “There is no Allah’, is meaningless.  The existence of Allah is a must. If attention of Allah is diverted,  even for a moment from the affairs of the universe to something else, it  would break up. Everything in the universe obeys His laws, which are  permanent and eternal. Because of His absolute wisdom and knowledge, He  could make such wonderful laws, which will last for ever. Each and every  law, made by Him serves some special and useful purpose.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the Imam concluded his discourse, Abu Shakir fell into a deep reverie as if he was greatly inspired.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imam Jafar as-Sadiq asked: “Do you now believe that Allah, who cannot  be seen, does exist and what you worship is the unseen Allah?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abu Shakir replied: “I am not yet convinced. I am in a quandary. I am  full of doubts and misgivings about my faith and my convictions.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jafar as-Sadiq remarked: “The doubt about idol worship is the beginning of the worship of Allah.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1919236603028913834?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1919236603028913834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1919236603028913834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1919236603028913834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1919236603028913834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/01/truth.html' title='~ The Truth ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TS9DSEIF1KI/AAAAAAAAAoE/d5bJMLuM19M/s72-c/scenery%2B21.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-489388226547344661</id><published>2011-01-12T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:34:29.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ Good And Evil ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TS3JIq0s5kI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0H66NRBsXbU/s1600/image%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TS3JIq0s5kI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0H66NRBsXbU/s400/image%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561322265643902530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good And Evil .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a woman baked Chapati, an Indian flatbread, for members of  her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She would always  place the extra Chapati on the windowsill, for whosoever needed to eat  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She noticed a hunchback came every day and took the extra Chapati.  Instead of expressing gratitude, he would muttered the following words  as he went on his way:  "The evil you do remains with you. The good you  do, comes back to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on day after day after day. The woman felt very irritated.  "Not a word of gratitude," she said to herself. "Every day this  hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him. "I shall get rid of this hunchback," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And what did she do? She added poison to the Chapati she prepared for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was about to place it on the windowsill, her hands trembled.  "What is this I am doing?" she said.  Immediately, she threw his Chapati  into the fire, prepared another one and put it on the sill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the Chapati and muttered the  words: "The evil you do, remains with you. The good you do, comes back  to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, as the woman placed the Chapati on the windowsill, she  offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his  fortune. For many months she had no news of him and she always prayed for his  safe return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was  surprised to find her son standing in the doorway. He had grown thin and  lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and  weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at his mother he said, "Mom, it's a miracle I'm here. While I  was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed. I would have  died, but just then an old hunchback passed by. I begged him for a  morsel of food and he was kind enough to give me a whole Chapati."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "When he gave it to me, he said, 'This is what I eat every day.  Today,  I shall give it to you, for your need is greater than mine!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale. She leaned  against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned Chapati that  she had made that morning.  Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would  have been eaten by her own son and he would have lost his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was then that she realized the significance of the words: "The evil  you do remains with you. The good you do, comes back to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Note: Do good and don't ever stop doing good, even if it's not appreciated at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-489388226547344661?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/489388226547344661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=489388226547344661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/489388226547344661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/489388226547344661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-and-evil.html' title='~ Good And Evil ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TS3JIq0s5kI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0H66NRBsXbU/s72-c/image%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8999415828113933</id><published>2011-01-06T09:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:22:01.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Just Like A Dream ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TSXr2qc1EMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/56njouMLmkA/s1600/day_dreaming_by_vxside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TSXr2qc1EMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/56njouMLmkA/s400/day_dreaming_by_vxside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559108639399416002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like a dream ...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were not created to wonder without a purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is not play; don’t treat it like a circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will come a time when you will reap what you sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So don’t wonder aimlessly as if you don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You came from Allah and unto Him shall you return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just pray your deeds, don’t cause your soul to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How sad it would be to leave from the Mercy of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A wise man once said, Time is like a sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don’t cut with it, it will cut you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Use it wisely and the Lord’s Mercy shall be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t let the things of this world be a delusion for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the things that are false appear to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why chase after things that you will only have for a short while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chase after the everlasting and have an eternal smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those things that most chase after others shall inherit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t be like everybody else sounding like a parrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same drama, different person, different scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This world will come to an end, just like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8999415828113933?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8999415828113933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8999415828113933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8999415828113933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8999415828113933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-lke-dream.html' title='~ Just Like A Dream ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TSXr2qc1EMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/56njouMLmkA/s72-c/day_dreaming_by_vxside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-896966535198626084</id><published>2010-12-29T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:51:36.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Relationship ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRojkeYTZ2I/AAAAAAAAAns/7z6z-FaMtfE/s1600/pot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRojkeYTZ2I/AAAAAAAAAns/7z6z-FaMtfE/s400/pot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792199852189538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationship .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It is said that every pot has it's lid. A pot with a wrong fitting lid is not what it could be, nor will it ever be able to be what it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Find the right lid that fits your pot and all the steam will stay inside instead of escaping seeking expression externally to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-896966535198626084?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/896966535198626084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=896966535198626084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/896966535198626084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/896966535198626084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/relationship.html' title='~ Relationship ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRojkeYTZ2I/AAAAAAAAAns/7z6z-FaMtfE/s72-c/pot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-2318282050094001606</id><published>2010-12-26T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:32:50.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>~ Siapa Yang Bodoh ? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRcbD2pPOgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3ZqpPCN37cs/s1600/quotes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRcbD2pPOgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3ZqpPCN37cs/s400/quotes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554938418406832642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia memang mudah mengata bodoh kepada yang lain .. tanpa menyedari yang menuduh itulah yang bodoh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapakah yang bodoh ?&lt;br /&gt;Bagiku ........... manusia yang bodoh ialah yang menuruti hawa nafsunya.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita mengaku bahawa kita beragama Islam .......insyallah segala apa yang kita hendak lakukan mestilah ada batasannya ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amat tidak setuju apabila ada orang mengatakan "follow your heart" atau "just do what you want to do" .......... betul ke itu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana boleh ........... setiap apa yang kita lakukan kita mesti fikirkan .......... adakah Islam benarkan atau Allah suka atau murka ? .......... kita mesti memikirkan risiko apa yang kita lakukan ... segala hal mesti kita sandarkan dengan Allah dan Islam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa sekarang ini terlalu banyak perkara berlaku yang bercanggah dengan Islam dan tatasusila kemanusiaan ........ kenapa ? ...........manusia tidak menggunakan akal yang Allah kurniakan ........ mereka mengikut bisikan rasa hati .......... selalunya bisikan ini ialah dari syaitan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita boleh lihat orang yang mempunyai degree pun boleh buang anak, boleh menipu, mencuri, berzina, dedah aurat dan bermacam-macam lagi ... kenapa ? bodoh ke mereka ? mereka golongan bijak pandai ! ......... tapi mereka letak islam di kaki, bukan di hati ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau orang mengatakan kita bodoh .... jangan bertengkar atau ambil hati .... senyum saja ...&lt;br /&gt;bisikkan dalam hati mengatakan ............ dialah yang bodoh !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-2318282050094001606?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2318282050094001606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=2318282050094001606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2318282050094001606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/2318282050094001606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/siapa-yang-bodoh.html' title='~ Siapa Yang Bodoh ? ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRcbD2pPOgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3ZqpPCN37cs/s72-c/quotes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-3043818753240347829</id><published>2010-12-25T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:02:38.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ It Makes You Stronger ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRVClhHZpdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qOSV1eCKv8E/s1600/WINTERXXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRVClhHZpdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qOSV1eCKv8E/s400/WINTERXXX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554418927743378898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Makes You Stronger ...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years roll by, as the days take their place in time; I stop to look back… look ahead… and look within… a snapshot into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking Back :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been said that those who do not learn from their past mistakes are condemned to repeat them. Soberly reflecting, I cast my mind back to the many lessons I had to learn not once, not twice, but several times over, because I simply refused to let go. It gets to a point where you stop running, stop crying, stop lying to yourself - you face reality. It's a struggle at times, but my, my! I look back and realize it does get easier, with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me a while to close doors because I believe doors open for a reason, but sometimes we are so bent on keeping that door open, that we fail to see when God closes it and opens another. The ghost of the past can be a lurking shadow chasing our sunrises but with God's help - break that hold! Embrace the dawn of a new morning! It's never easy but you reflect, you accept and you learn…and it makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking Ahead :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In finding myself, I discover my future with all its beauty and promise and hope. We cannot change the past but we can shape the future and that's the beautiful thing about life. The rain will fall, the unexpected will occur but it's your attitude about what card life deals you that makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you see the clouds or the sky? Will you see problems or solutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim the promises of God in believing that He'll never leave me nor forsake me and trust in the plan He has for my life. I am bound to make mistakes, but I will learn from them; I am bound to go through trials and tribulations but they will make me stronger; I am bound to hurt people dear to me, consciously or unconsciously, but I will ask for forgiveness. The world is my playground and the best is yet to come. Tomorrow is not granted, but my attitude can be and that powerful realization…it makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking Within :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be cruel in its harsh reality. I've learned and continue to learn some hard facts. Situations and circumstances have revealed my strengths and also my weaknesses. At the height of good fortune, a human can be vulnerable to misdirection and mistakes. In the rough times, I've learned more about myself than at any other time in my life. I must accept my imperfections and overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life also reveals the different shades of human nature. When the lightning strikes and the storms come, the rainbow reveals who your true friends really are. Roses have thorns, people change, and most friendships are fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to seek happiness alone, love yourself and through that you can truly love others. Forgive, not for the person but for yourself. Let God carry your burdens, sometimes it's just too heavy to carry them all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look within and discover your passions, your soul discover you…it makes you stronger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-3043818753240347829?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3043818753240347829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=3043818753240347829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3043818753240347829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3043818753240347829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-makes-you-stronger.html' title='~ It Makes You Stronger ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TRVClhHZpdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qOSV1eCKv8E/s72-c/WINTERXXX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5901848285813596570</id><published>2010-12-13T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:43:36.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ No Regrets ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TQWjpzU8pxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UCJoKtKSHLQ/s1600/just%2Ba%2Bdream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TQWjpzU8pxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UCJoKtKSHLQ/s400/just%2Ba%2Bdream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550022054352037650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No regrets ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days more we will welcome 2011 ....... when we looked back, is there anything we can learned ? Of course there is , if we really open our eyes and heart ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not because what we have been through, we are not what we are today ...&lt;br /&gt;we became more confident and courageous to lead this life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we regret and brood about past decisions – what we should or shouldn’t have done. Or we think of what we should now be doing and are not doing, of what we would like to learn, and it makes us uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regret misunderstandings – words we wish we hadn’t said, words we wish we had said, mistakes we have made, people we have offended, opportunities gone by, errors and carelessness that could have been avoided, places we might have gone, things we might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past has its place and is valuable for lessons learned. The present also has its place, and what we cannot change should not now needlessly keep us from looking and moving forward. Nothing lost or left behind should keep us from now becoming what we can become, from learning what we now can learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are new decisions every day, every hour, and reasons to improve and to repent. Whatever we are, wherever we’ve been, each day we have some opportunity to determine direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day we need to win, or keep – and certainly to deserve – the love of loved ones; each day to be more patient, more pleasant, more understanding. If there have been loved ones neglected, unreconciled differences, unspoken gratitude, unacknowledged debts, we ought to do now what we should do. If there has been within something that has soured us, we well would turn now to sweetening ourselves, for we hurt ourselves as well as others when we live below the level of our possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the past or its meaning, or its length, or its losses, or its lessons learned or left unlearned, we go on from where we are – wherever we are – and become what we can become; with work, repentance, improvement; with faith in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5901848285813596570?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5901848285813596570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5901848285813596570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5901848285813596570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5901848285813596570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-regrets.html' title='~ No Regrets ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TQWjpzU8pxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UCJoKtKSHLQ/s72-c/just%2Ba%2Bdream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-3578136933588695230</id><published>2010-12-10T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:38:44.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Feeling Our Words ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TQET7AfZLbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4gZzslF5RMc/s1600/image%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TQET7AfZLbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4gZzslF5RMc/s400/image%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548738120362044850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling Our Words ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Words Have Weight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words carry energy and this gives language its power and its potential to heal or hurt. Most of us can remember a time that someone sent a word our way, and it stuck with us. It may have been the first time we received a truly accurate compliment, or the time a friend or sibling called us a name, but either way it stuck. This experience reminds us that what we say has weight and power and that being conscious means being aware of how we use words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more conscious we become, the more we deepen our relationship to the words we use so that we speak from a place of actually feeling what we are saying. We begin to recognize that words are not abstract, disconnected entities used only to convey meaning; they are powerful transmitters of feeling. For the next few days, you might want to practice noticing how the words you say and hear affect your body and your emotional state. Notice how the different communication styles of the people in your life make you feel. Also, watch closely to see how your own words come out and what affect they have on the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may notice that when we speak quickly, without thinking, or rush to get our ideas across, our words don't carry the same power as when we speak slowly and confidently, allowing those receiving our words time and space to take them in. When we carefully listen to others before we speak, our words have more integrity, and when we take time to center ourselves before speaking, we truly begin to harness the power of speech. Then our words can be intelligent messengers of healing and light, transmitting deep and positive feelings to those who receive them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-3578136933588695230?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3578136933588695230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=3578136933588695230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3578136933588695230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/3578136933588695230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/feeling-our-words.html' title='~ Feeling Our Words ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TQET7AfZLbI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4gZzslF5RMc/s72-c/image%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1545451137346110827</id><published>2010-12-09T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:19:39.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Are you in Love or Lust? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TP_MH8ll_8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/n_S5-DA9PC0/s1600/3Jokes_Love_Wallpaper_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TP_MH8ll_8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/n_S5-DA9PC0/s400/3Jokes_Love_Wallpaper_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548377702838697922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in Love or Lust? .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(http://www.therelationshipgym.com/love_or_lust.htm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult to tell. So what do you need to know to ensure you've got it right?&lt;br /&gt;Love or Lust ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels. You probably don't care why it feels that way. You're just loving it. But you do care about not falling for your partner purely because you lust after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is integral with the first part of any sound intimate relationship - it's the infatuation (or romance) stage. But maybe you're now questioning, 'Am I really in love with them, or is it just lust?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem you face, if you're asking this question from within that first part of a relationship, is - it's almost impossible to work out the answer once you're in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, you'd have worked out well before you start dating anyone who you need to get with in order to be truly compatible. If you haven't done that then I suggest you need to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;Why is this important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the difference between a relationship that turns into love and one that ends at lust is compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is all centred around your 'sexual compatibility'. If your partner's face and physique fits your map of what's gorgeous, if they talk, move and communicate in a way that pushes your buttons, then you have lust. And I know how fantastic that feels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you lack the compatibility on other levels, then when the chemicals start to fade from your body, the lust will disappear and you'll be left with someone who you probably don't even fancy any more and certainly don't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's possible to fall in love with someone and not be fully compatible - but that's another issue! What I'm really saying is that a relationship that's about lust is almost wholly based around the element of 'sexual compatibility'. And that's not enough for a truly loving relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your options at this point in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Wait till the lust dies down and see what's left&lt;br /&gt; 2. Work out if you're compatible with your current partner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1545451137346110827?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1545451137346110827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1545451137346110827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1545451137346110827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1545451137346110827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-in-love-or-lust.html' title='~ Are you in Love or Lust? ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TP_MH8ll_8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/n_S5-DA9PC0/s72-c/3Jokes_Love_Wallpaper_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-6748421991934761822</id><published>2010-12-05T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:40:14.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Is This Love I’m Feeling? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TPp8yBpycPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lVWKcxsByFg/s1600/Love-4-Allah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TPp8yBpycPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lVWKcxsByFg/s400/Love-4-Allah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883089939198194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is This Love I’m Feeling? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is a serious mental disease.” At least that’s how Plato put it.&lt;br /&gt;And  while anyone who’s ever been ‘in love’ might see some truth to this  statement, there is a critical mistake made here. Love is not a mental  disease. Desire is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being ‘in love’ means our lives are in  pieces and we are completely broken, miserable, utterly consumed, hardly  able to function, and willing to sacrifice everything, chances are it’s  not love. Despite what we are taught in popular culture, true love is  not supposed to make us like drug addicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, contrary to  what we’ve grown up watching in movies, that type of all-consuming  obsession is not love. It goes by a different name. It is hawa—the word  used in the Quran to refer to one’s lower, vain desires and lusts. Allah  describes the people who blindly follow these desires as those who are  most astray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  “But if they answer you not, then know that they only follow their own  lusts (hawa). And who is more astray than the one who follows his own  lusts, without guidance from Allah?” (28: 50)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  choosing to submit to our hawa over the guidance of Allah, we are  choosing to worship those desires. When our love for what we crave is  stronger than our love for Allah, we have taken that which we crave as a  lord. Allah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  “Yet there are men who take (for worship) others besides Allah, as  equal (with Allah): They love them as they should love Allah. But those  of Faith are overflowing in their love for Allah.” (2:165)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  our ‘love’ for something makes us willing to give up our family, our  dignity, our self-respect, our bodies, our sanity, our peace of mind,  our deen, and even our Lord who created us from nothing, know that we  are not ‘in love’. We are slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of such a person Allah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Do  you see such a one as takes his own vain desires (hawa) as his lord?  Allah has, knowing (him as such), left him astray, and sealed his  hearing and his heart, and put a cover on his sight. (45: 23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine  the severity. To have one’s sight, hearing and heart all sealed. Hawa  is not pleasure. It is a prison. It is a slavery of the mind, body and  soul. It is an addiction and a worship. Beautiful examples of this  reality can be found throughout literature. In Charles Dickens’ Great  Expectations, Pip exemplifies this point. In describing his obsession  with Estella, he says: “I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not  always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace,  against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could  be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickens’ Miss Havisham describes this further: “I’ll tell  you…what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning  self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself  and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the  smiter – as I did!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Miss Havisham describes here is in fact  real. But it is not real love. It is hawa. Real love, as Allah intended  it, is not a sickness or an addiction. It is affection and mercy. Allah  says in His book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“And  of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you  may find tranquility in them; and He placed between you affection and  mercy. Indeed in that are signs for a people who give thought.” (30: 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real  love brings about calm—not inner torment. True love allows you to be at  peace with yourself and with God. That is why Allah says: “that you may  dwell in tranquility.” Hawa is the opposite. Hawa will make you  miserable. And just like a drug, you will crave it always, but never be  satisfied. You will chase it to your own detriment, but never reach it.  And though you submit your whole self to it, it will never bring you  happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while ultimate happiness is everyone’s goal, it is  often difficult to see past the illusions and discern love from hawa.  One fail-safe way, is to ask yourself this question: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does  getting closer to this person that I ‘love’ bring me closer to—or  farther from—Allah? In a sense, has this person replaced Allah in my  heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or pure love should never contradict or  compete with one’s love for Allah. It should strengthen it. That is why  true love is only possible within the boundaries of what Allah has made  permissible. Outside of that, it is nothing more than hawa, to which we  either submit or reject. We are either slaves to Allah, or slaves to our  hawa. It cannot be both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only by struggling against false  pleasure, can we attain true pleasure. They are by definition mutually  exclusive. For that reason, the struggle against our desires is a  prerequisite for the attainment of paradise. Allah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  “But as for he who feared the position of his Lord and prevented the  soul from [unlawful] inclination, then indeed, Paradise will be [his]  refuge.” (Qur’an, 79: 40-41)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-6748421991934761822?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6748421991934761822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=6748421991934761822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6748421991934761822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/6748421991934761822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-this-love-im-feeling.html' title='~ Is This Love I’m Feeling? ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TPp8yBpycPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lVWKcxsByFg/s72-c/Love-4-Allah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-4601651291738025291</id><published>2010-12-03T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:47:38.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Pain, Loss, and the Path to God ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TPi8qY8Z66I/AAAAAAAAAmw/tkLcd4hKzQc/s1600/besar%2Bwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TPi8qY8Z66I/AAAAAAAAAmw/tkLcd4hKzQc/s400/besar%2Bwoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546390377543101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain, Loss, and the Path to God :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“  When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his  aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil  of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every  cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s  face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness.” (Rumi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  often we experience things in life, and yet never see the connections  between them. When we are given a hardship, or feel pain, we often fail  to consider that that experience may be the direct cause or result of  another action or experience. Sometimes we fail to recognize the direct  connection between the pain in our lives and our relationship with Allah  (swt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pain and adversity serves many purposes in life.  Times of hardship can act as both an indication as well as a cure, for  our broken relationship with our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of difficulty  test our faith, our fortitude and our strength. During these times, the  level of our iman becomes manifest. Adversity strips away our masks,  revealing the truth behind mere declaration of faith. Hardships separate  those whose declaration is true from those who are false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  “ Do the people think that they will be left to say, “We believe” and  they will not be tested? But We have certainly tested those before them,  and Allah will surely make evident those who are truthful, and He will  surely make evident the liars ” (Qur’an, 29:2-3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardships test us. But hardships can also be a blessing and a sign of Allah’s love. The Prophet Muhammad ﷺ said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ Whenever Allah wills good for a person, He subjects him to adversity ” [Bukhari].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  yet most people cannot fathom how adversity could possibly be good.  Many do not recognize that hardship is in fact a purifier, which brings  people back to their Lord. What happens to the arrogant who are suddenly  put in a situation they cannot control? What happens to a man who finds  himself stranded on the ocean in the middle of a storm? What happens  when the ship that is ‘unsinkable’ becomes the tale of the Titanic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These  perceived misfortunes are in fact wake up calls. They humble. They  shake. They remind us of how small we are, and how Great God is. And in  that way they awaken us from the slumber of our deceptions, our  heedlessness, our wandering, and bring us back to our Creator. Hardships  strip away the veil of comfort from our eyes, and remind us of what we  are and where we’re going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah (swt) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“…And  We tested them with good [times] and bad that perhaps they would return  [to obedience]” (Qur’an, 7:168). In another ayah, Allah (swt) explains:  “And We sent no Prophet to any town (and they denied him), but We  seized its people with suffering from extreme poverty (or loss in  wealth) and loss of health and calamities, so that they might humiliate  themselves (and repent to Allah)” (Qur’an, 7:94).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  lesson in humility purifies the human soul so much so that Allah (swt)  comforts the believers in the Qur’an, assuring them that any pain they  encounter is intended to elevate and honor them. He says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “ If a wound should touch you – there has already touched the  [opposing] people a wound similar to it. And these days [of varying  conditions] We alternate among the people so that Allah may make evident  those who believe and [may] take to Himself from among you martyrs –  and Allah does not like the wrongdoers – And that Allah may purify the  believers [through trials] and destroy the disbelievers. Or do you think  that you will enter Paradise while Allah has not yet made evident those  of you who fight in His cause and made evident those who are steadfast?  ” (Qur’an, 3:140-142).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that very battle  to purify the self which is the essence of the upward path to God. It  begins with self-sacrifice, and is paved by the sweat of struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this path, which God describes when He says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Oh mankind! Verily you are ever toiling on towards your Lord – painfully toiling – but you shall meet Him.” (Qur’an, 84:6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-4601651291738025291?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4601651291738025291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=4601651291738025291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4601651291738025291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/4601651291738025291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/12/pain-loss-and-path-to-god.html' title='~ Pain, Loss, and the Path to God ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TPi8qY8Z66I/AAAAAAAAAmw/tkLcd4hKzQc/s72-c/besar%2Bwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5519784934416121059</id><published>2010-11-18T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:34:31.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>~ A Mother's Heart ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TOTQuUd09mI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xjViMLnhqhg/s1600/14702_0093_1_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TOTQuUd09mI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xjViMLnhqhg/s400/14702_0093_1_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540782935758927458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mother's heart .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“A mother's heart is always with her children.” ........ thats what a proverb said ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and its the truth ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  waited for my son to come back from work ... he is doing part-time job,  beside his office work ... yeah I understand, he wanted to earn extra  cash hoping to get married next year, insyallah ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heard my son knocking my door and calling my name ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohh ! I had a bad dream and screaming " Yaa Allah " ... thats what my son told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He heard me screaming as he entered the house ... astagfirullah hal adzim ! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was such a bad dream .. and I looked at my mobile ... its nearly 3.00 am ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had a talk ... heart to heart talk .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We  never got a chance to talk or discuss anything ... coz early in the  morning he will be at the office, then after work he goes straight to his  part-time job... coming by midnight ... so we never got a chance ...&lt;br /&gt;we  talked untill nearly 4.00 am ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked him to go to sleep and dont forget about morning prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My kids such a special gift for me .. truly I'm blessed to have them ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Allah .... for giving me such a wonderful kids, who are a good listener and always there when I need them ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5519784934416121059?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5519784934416121059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5519784934416121059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5519784934416121059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5519784934416121059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/11/mothers-heart.html' title='~ A Mother&apos;s Heart ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TOTQuUd09mI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xjViMLnhqhg/s72-c/14702_0093_1_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8467059162296667184</id><published>2010-09-20T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T04:16:28.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ The 14 guidance of human life....~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TJZvh8eL8EI/AAAAAAAAAmg/BQXq3Wqw9ps/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TJZvh8eL8EI/AAAAAAAAAmg/BQXq3Wqw9ps/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518721022348226626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 14 guidance of human life ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest enemy is our self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest failure is arrogant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest ignorance is dupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest sorrow is jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest erroneous is self-abandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest admiration is choice of advancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest gratification is alms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest wealth is healthiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest gift is forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest pitiable disposition is self-abased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest sin is to deceive oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest liabilities is a debt of human sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest imperfection is melancholy wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s greatest insolvent is despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( http://authspot.com/thoughts/)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8467059162296667184?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8467059162296667184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8467059162296667184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8467059162296667184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8467059162296667184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/09/14-guidance-of-human-life.html' title='~ The 14 guidance of human life....~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TJZvh8eL8EI/AAAAAAAAAmg/BQXq3Wqw9ps/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-5303971390805076391</id><published>2010-08-19T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:48:12.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Less Is More ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TGx7sWva8CI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m4cIeIzsblQ/s1600/dscn0943_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TGx7sWva8CI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m4cIeIzsblQ/s400/dscn0943_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506912446316212258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear less, hope more;&lt;br /&gt;Eat less, chew more;&lt;br /&gt;Whine less, breathe more;&lt;br /&gt;Hate less, love more&lt;br /&gt;and all good things are yours.......insyallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-5303971390805076391?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5303971390805076391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=5303971390805076391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5303971390805076391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/5303971390805076391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/08/less-is-more.html' title='~ Less Is More ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TGx7sWva8CI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m4cIeIzsblQ/s72-c/dscn0943_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8110458223825972741</id><published>2010-07-31T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:22:57.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Emptiness   ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TFL8CMzC2DI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nxdaXnDYYY4/s1600/Sunset_Wallpaper_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TFL8CMzC2DI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nxdaXnDYYY4/s400/Sunset_Wallpaper_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499735209698056242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-family:georgia,arial,tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);font-family:comic sans ms,verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Truly in  the heart there is a void that can not be removed except with the  company of Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And in it there is a sadness that can not be removed  except with the happiness of knowing Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and being true to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And in  it there is an emptiness that can not be filled except with love for Him  and by turning to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and always remembering Him .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And if a person were  given all of the world and what is in it, it would not fill this  emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Ibn al-Qayyim al-Jawziyya ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8110458223825972741?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8110458223825972741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8110458223825972741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8110458223825972741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8110458223825972741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/07/emptiness.html' title='~ Emptiness   ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TFL8CMzC2DI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nxdaXnDYYY4/s72-c/Sunset_Wallpaper_22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-7048545883968429752</id><published>2010-07-26T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:17:25.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ Loneliness and Aloneness ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TE2mTnN9rnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZdQJ9I_2xQ4/s1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TE2mTnN9rnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZdQJ9I_2xQ4/s400/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498233575964520050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loneliness and Aloneness .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you are alone you are not alone, you are simply lonely - and there  is a tremendous difference between loneliness and aloneness. When you  are lonely you are thinking of the other, you are missing the other.  Loneliness is a negative state. You are feeling that it would have been  better if the other were there - your friend, your wife, your mother,  your beloved, your husband. It would have been good if the other were  there, but the other is not. Loneliness is absence of the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Aloneness is the presence of oneself. Aloneness is very positive. It is  a presence, overflowing presence. You are so full of presence that you  can fill the whole universe with your presence and there is no need for  anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This has been said again and again, down through the ages. All the  religious people have been saying this: "We come alone into this world,  we go alone." All togetherness is illusory. The very idea of  togetherness arises because we are alone, and the aloneness hurts. We  want to drown our aloneness in relationship....That's why we become so  much involved in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try to see the point. Ordinarily you think you have fallen in love with a  woman or with a man because she is beautiful, he is beautiful. That is  not the truth. The truth is just the opposite: you have fallen in love  because you cannot be alone. You were going to fall. You were going to  avoid yourself somehow or other. And there are people who don't fall in  love with women or men--then they fall in love with money. They start  moving into money or into a power trip, they become politicians. That  too is avoiding your aloneness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you watch man, if you watch yourself deeply, you will be  surprised--all your activities can be reduced to one single source. The  source is that you are afraid of your aloneness. Everything else is just  an excuse. The real cause is that you find yourself very alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloneness .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loneliness and aloneness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the shell of the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hears echoes of many seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it hears the calling of gulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from this savage sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and an ebbing tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lapping the small white stones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-7048545883968429752?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7048545883968429752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=7048545883968429752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7048545883968429752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/7048545883968429752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/07/loneliness-and-aloneness.html' title='~ Loneliness and Aloneness ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/TE2mTnN9rnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZdQJ9I_2xQ4/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-8544242892016624205</id><published>2010-07-03T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:17:26.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>~ The Divine Being.~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Divine Being .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person goes  through his whole life most cleverly &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1278169068_10"&gt;judging others&lt;/span&gt;, he may go on, but he will  find himself to be more foolish at every step. At the end, he reaches  the fullness of stupidity. But the one who tries, tests, studies and  observes himself, his own attitude in life, his own outlook on life, his  thought, speech, and action, who weighs and measures and teaches  himself self discipline.,  it is that person who is able to understand another better. How rarely  one sees a soul who concerns himself with himself through life, in order  to know! Mostly, every soul seems to be busily occupied with the lives  of others. And what do they know in the end? Nothing. If there is a  kingdom of God to be found anywhere, it is within oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is, therefore, in the knowledge of self that there lies the  fulfillment of life. The knowledge of self means the knowledge of one's  body, the knowledge of one's mind, the knowledge of one's spirit; the  knowledge of the spirit's relation to the body and the relation of the  body to the spirit; the knowledge of one's wants and needs, the  knowledge of one's virtues and faults; knowing what we desire and how to  attain it, what to pursue and what to renounce. And when one dives deep  into this, one finds before one a world of knowledge which never ends.  And it is that knowledge which gives one insight into human nature and  brings one to the knowledge of the whole of creation. And in the end one  attains to the knowledge of the divine Being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-8544242892016624205?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8544242892016624205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=8544242892016624205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8544242892016624205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/8544242892016624205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/07/divine-being.html' title='~ The Divine Being.~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1913150437907044005</id><published>2010-06-30T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:08:20.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ The Sage ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sage .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a famous  sage called, Sadat, who lived high up in the Himalayan Mountains, far  away from humanity. He choose a simple life and spent most of his time  meditating. People from all over the globe would travel for days on end  to meet him and ask for his advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once such a group of people  approached sage Sadat with their problems, but they were unruly and  fought amongst each other, because all of them wanted to speak first.  Sage Sadat, a peaceful man, watched the commotion and finally said out  loud, "Silence!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people were awe-struck and immediately kept  quiet. Then sage Sadat said, "Sit down in a circle on the ground and  await my return!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He went into his little cottage and soon  returned with some sheets of paper, pens, and a small cane basket. He  passed out the paper and pens, and placed the basket in the middle of  the circle. Then he told the people to write down the one most important  problem they were troubled by and put it in the basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When  everyone had finished, the sage shook the papers in the basket so as to  mix them and calmly said, "Now pass the basket around and pick up which  ever paper is on top. Read the problem and if you choose, make it your  own or take back your own problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One by one the people picked  out a paper and read each other's problems and were horrified. They came  to the conclusion that their worst problem no matter how bad, was  better than the next person's problem. Within minutes each of them  exchanged their problems, and when they finally had their original paper  in hand they felt content. They thanked the sage Sadat and went on  their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: All of us have  problems which we complain about and think are great, until we realize  that someone else's are greater! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/432096432621543418-1913150437907044005?l=yaailahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1913150437907044005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=432096432621543418&amp;postID=1913150437907044005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1913150437907044005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/432096432621543418/posts/default/1913150437907044005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaailahi.blogspot.com/2010/06/sage.html' title='~ The Sage ~'/><author><name>habibaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01384521819983527813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gGc1TeKNIqo/SYwjUqwZMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/as3PI8NX_nM/S220/fayaz.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432096432621543418.post-1377032714552494836</id><published>2010-06-29T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:04:46.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/lesson'/><title type='text'>~ The Story Of The Talkative Woodcutter ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Story Of The Talkative Woodcutter ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;   &lt;table&gt;&lt;colgroup&gt;&lt;col align="RIGHT"&gt;&lt;col align="LEFT"&gt; &lt;/colgroup&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a far away land lived a certain woodcutter.   Every day he chopped wood in a large forest outside his village. At the end of the day he carried the  wood back to sell in the village. After twenty years of chopping wood he grew tired of it and one day shouted out loud for  all the trees to hear him, "I don't want to do this anymore!  I will cut one  last load of firewood and then look for the bones of our father Adam, who brought us all this pain and trouble upon  us, and burn them up."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At that instant, God sent an angel to him in the  form of a woman.  The angel asked him what he was doing, and the woodcutter replied, " I am searching for the bones  of Adam.  I want to burn them, because of all the pain and trouble he brought us."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The angel said, "What if someone were to free  you from all this work and weariness?"  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delighted, the woodcutter replied, "I would  thank them a thousand times!"  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the angel said, "Then I will transport you to  a garden where you will never have to work, but you must promise that no matter what you see there, you will not  utter a single word."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The woodcutter agreed, and the angel clapped her  hands together.  In a flash, the woodcutter found
