Mirror Yourself

                Mirror Yourself  

                                                                                     By: radicalroy

                                                                                February 10’09  Tajikistan

God speaks to us about ourselves, about what God wants us to do and what God wants us to become; and this is the area where I believe that we know so much more about God than we admit even to ourselves, where people hear God speak even if they do not believe.  A face comes toward us down the street: do we raise our eyes or de we keep them lowered, passing by in silence? Somebody says something about somebody else and what he says happens to be not only cruel but also funny, and everybody laughs. Do we laugh to, or do we speak the truth? When a friend has hurt us, do we take pleasure in hating him, because hate has its pleasure as well as love, or do we try to build back some flimsy little bridge? Sometime when we are alone, thoughts come swarming into our heads like bees-some of them destructive, ugly, self-defeating thoughts, some of them creative and glad. Which thoughts do we choose to think then, as much as we have the choice? Will we brave today or coward today? Not in some big way probably but in some little foolish way, yet brave still?  Will we be honest today or a liar? Just some pint-sized honesty, but honest still. Will we be a friend or cold as ice today?

All the absurd little meetings, decisions, inner skirmishes that go to make up our days. It all adds up to very little, and yet it all adds up to very much. Our days are full of nonsense, and yet not, because it is precisely into the nonsense of our days that God speak to us words of great significance. 

                                                 photo by: Mumtaz Salih Erdem // Flickr

Salih

                                             by: Radicalroy  

                                       December 26'09 Tajikistan

Salih drew a beautiful Tulip flowers sticked on the wall

Full of surprises and grace I behold

The paint looks real blossom which slowly unfold

A blossom like a treasure of gold

Salih is full of gentle, love and story untold

Tulip’s colors were your story showed  

Hiding your pain and sorrow bestowed

Speak, speak! The only flower that thrive

Multiple suffering, you have survived

Regardless of dullness, you kept smile alive

You look-alike a peculiar tulip, always bright

Your humbleness, sincereness

made your candid friends raise you high

Pleading you Salih much with sincerity 

Careful, careful because the world is fool,

You might bleed like Tulip pruned

Tulip you drew always comes alive

When I see your pain, I feel it too…

Your friendship is forever strong and true.

Like Tulip’s beauty full of grace for eternity

That affects your colleagues’ life through.

                                                    Photo by: Mumtaz Salih Erdem//Flickr

A New Kind of Relationship

A New Kind of Relationship

by: Radicalroy   
Sept. 5'09 Tajikistan

Poems are all about life, but about 

things as they are perceived. The language of the heart meant to carry meaning across the nature of facts to the wonderful world of tropes where reality waits for sanction and mandate to emerge brand new. Poem’s meaning harmonizes with the poets’ understanding and interpretation of his social and linguistic ecologies, the search engines by which he determines the new spin on an old world. The creation of poem is closely to insight that sometimes an intense innocence may result in a masterpiece, without resource to linguistic regulations. But that is just the exception; in the normal course, full expression necessitates a good awareness of the ways and means of configuration. 

 

Because the conquering mover is our imagination, influences the world of the future poem. Imagination creates the scale of excellence by which the poems properties are measured, and ensures that the poet’s perception is strongly established in the context of rhyme and meter, or meter and metaphor. Without imagination, the figure of speech will not join together for a pleasing expression, whatever the subject maybe-politics, love, war, or faithfulness. 

It works closely with memory-in fact it is sometimes confused with memory to-authenticate an allusion or an apostrophe. The remembered face, the haunting incident of love-they flourish because memory enshrines them in new bowers, in new garden patches. They achieve luminosity only art can give, and meaning only the heart can fashion. To imagine is to know the origin of an idea or a feeling at the moment when it is still hazy in the mind but, for the poets, it is already on the way to fulfillment. It is history on the move, with all its frailties and strength open to frustration. 

The mother of literature is memory, and imagination is it front line. Between the perception of things and the naming of things lie in the gulf of creativity which the imagination must rid of illusion and falsity. With technical skills, the poets determines the composition and style of utterances; with artisanal skill, they shape them into perfection through patience and correctness. 

The art resides in the suggestion that only the language is capable of, a hinting at the edges of truthfulness without sacrificing the factors of delectation. I see a rose, my mind searches for way to build a poem around it, the rose ceases to be a rose in the workshop of my imagination, the tropes and imagery construct the scaffolding for the monument to the rose which is no longer a rose but what a rose should be-is this not the syllabus, the format of the poem form the beginning to completion? The poem of history and the poem of memory merge in a new kind of relationship.

Ramadan

Happy Ramadan to all my Muslim Friends and Students.

                            Ramadan

                                  By: Roy M. Mao (September 15’09-Tajikistan)

Ramadan has come,                       
unified fasting around,
deprive ourselves from such,
‘cause God’ spirit is at hand.

Fasting cause us to sacrifice,
as our soul satisfies;
let our body complies
for our soul communes on high.

Ramadan fortifies us,      
as Qur’an  enlightens us,
where our carnal soul
submits to the right track.

It’s time to be cleaned
from all wrong doings;
let your speech be made known
to the soul immortal one.

Rejuvenating soul has come,

our spirit soars goes on and on.
When slavery of sin is gone,
God’s love made us the beloved ones.

To all of you, THANK YOU FOR THE FRIENDSHIP!

Never Ending Chances

Never Ending Chances

By: Radicalroy / Oct. 16’09 Tajikistan

What do you say when the zillion person asks what your plans are for your future? Maybe you have a specific goal in life, so plans naturally line up with that goal; you want to be a doctor, so you know you’ll be going to medical school. Perhaps you’re not sure exactly what you want to do, but you have several ideas in mind, possibly social work or teaching; either one will require a college degree, so you decide to take some basic courses at first until you can refine your goals. If you’re joining the family business, well, your path is pretty obvious to everyone.

Or maybe you are like my friend. He developed an elaborate plan for his life, starting with four years of college and then proceeded to law school, spending each summer on the mission field. Then he’d marry and wait two years before having children. My friend has overhauled his plan three times since high school, and he’s now taking course at a university while he figures out what to do with his life.

Making plans for the future is tricky business, that’s for sure. You can’t predict the future, but you can’t ignore it either. And then there’s the not-so-small matter of God’s will (InshaAllah) to consider. So where do you start? That depends on whether you want to let your parents lead or you want to go your own way, hiding your fingers behind your back. If you let your parents lead, all you have to do is to follow. If you go your own way, you have to hope and hope that your parents will bless your plans and bail you out when things go wrong.

When you allow God to set your course, you lay your future before God and let God orders your steps. Your willingness to follow God’s delight so much will give you every opportunity to reach your goal. God will open doors for you that no one could open-and God will close those doors that you should not walk through. God will give you chances for your future that you can’t even imagine today.

Meanwhile, what answer can you give your questioner that makes sense in the current economic climate and the future job market and all that? Tell the truth: Your God is helping you plan your future-and no one knows the future like God does.

Is It Hard?

                                                  Is It Hard?

                                                  by: radicalroy (7-7-2007, Solo,Indonesia)

Pride goes before a fall. Justice is good! Is there anybody more annoying than a know-it-all? You know the kind-the straight-A student who has an answer for every question in every class, or the girl who has some high and lofty opinion on everything from the clothes you’re wearing to the solution for world peace, or the guy who would never in a million years admit that the way he treated his girlfriend was wrong.

People like that have a problem much bigger than their annoying behavior-they’ve got a huge problem with pride. For religious people come right out and say that God detest pride. Exactly what is-and isn’t-sinful pride?

The kind of pride that is bad is an arrogant, egotistic attitude of superiority. People who are afflicted with it defy anyone who holds any kind of authority over them, at least they try to. They’re always right, never wrong (just ask them)-and they don’t exactly spend a lot of time confessing their sin to God. In fact, they are often so blind that they pride themselves on their lack of mistake!

If you’re not careful, your pride will tune out and turn up the volume of self-righteousness in your own head. You might think this way; I know what I’m doing! It’s my life, and you just shove off. A few months later, you still refuse to admit you were wrong, even yourself. Until you confess your pride and pay attention to warning, you’ll be slinking along a surefire path to moral failure.

The ability to admit that you are wrong and humble yourself before God is another mark of maturity. Being in the wrong is not such a terrible thing; staying in the wrong is. When you are wrong, admit it-then get up, make the wrong things right, and use what you’ve learned to ward off failure in the future.

Real Boys, Real Answer

                                                         Boys

                                                    by: radicalroy

Flirting. For some it comes easy, for some it’s pretty tough. But what do the objects of our affection feel? Do they like flirting, or does it make them feel uncomfortable? Is it a turn-on or a turn-off?

Real boys give real answer

What do you most wish girls knew about their feelings?