Winter is here now. i don't like this dark cold season, it's in winter that you can see the ugly monster of poverty, it puts away his mask and you can see the disgusting face behind it.
i know i know, this is an old story, there has always been poor people and rich people, 2 separate class, there's nothing new about it. but i don't know why i can't close my eyes on it, there are some people out there who are feeling cold! there are some children who are suffering and nobody cares!
small children with small hands which are red because of coldness, they walk on streets, try to sell something to people who are passing, i wish i could help them, they shouldn't be on streets that time at night! we all go to our warm comfortable houses, without caring about thousands of dangers that may be waiting for the ennocent street children... we leave them alone in the hell! shame on us... shame on all those gentlemen and ladies who are being paid each months for the job they don't really do!
posted by Fatema at 4:57 PM
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Hi there
you know I like winter so much.
it starts with a celebration (Yalda) and finishes with another celebration ( Nowrooz) I like its color its coldness. you know its coldness let us to know how we can like each other and need each other.
I like winter. the happiest season. the bride of seasons.
Winters and summer, Authumns and falls, for some a gallery of colors, some majesty of seasons, some just passing seasons which follow each other...and for some hearkening pain of frostful nights or hot restless heavy humidified hours before the burning sun starts again...then again, who is to say who is right and who the wrong, or maybe who can stop a young kid enjoying the snow man when he knows when he gets clod his mother is going to receive him with hot cocoa or warm glass of milk treat, then again how could you ignore the kid living in a tent far away from the sight of your eyes and little mind, freezing and shivering with every little breze in the wintery air? Who? Moments of rejoice, moments of dread, both are but a sample of moments everone has to live through during their life time, I wonder if we prepare for those moments when we sleep in a soft bed by the fire place of harmonical house, or do WE EVER give up the dream of having that soft bed by the fireplace, when we are destined by whatever reason to live without for jus a little while. At the end, I can not tell you, you can't, You can not tell me I can't, we can not tell them they can't either,so why don't we just take moment of SILENCE within ourself, quieting down our selfish minds, deep inside stand up in respect, and Just a moment of silence, No not for them Not for no one, But for ourselves....to acknowledge, who we are, what we are, Whereth Do we come from, Whereth do we go after all this show is OVER...................answer is not in the wind, nor is it written in a gloden tablet hidden in a mystery valley......IT IS RIGHT HERE WITHIN DEPTH OF OUR SOULS, WHEN WE ALLOW THAT SOUL OUT OF THAT LITTLE DARK PRISON OF selfishness, egotism, greed, given names, posts, classes, .....RIGHT HERE crying without a voice or an ear to liston, deep inside of every and each one of us. After all whether you belive it or not, whether you have any beliefs or not, whether you are rich or poor, black or white, red or yellow...king or common, laborer or contractor,....student or teacher....WE ALL ARE TRUSTED WITH ONE SOUL, BY ONE GOD, FOR ONE LIFE, ONE DEATH DO US PART, AND ONE BREATH DO US BRING BACK INTO LIFE, FOR ONE QUESTION ONLY....DID YOU ?
FALKON
FATEMA,
me laxmi from india and read ur blogs occassionally.
its ,, deeply touch me,, some times.
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