There is no 100 percent. Only 99.99

Don't blame your failures on someone. They are yours.

WHERE ARE WE HEADED? (VANITY OF EXISTENCE)

The father of evolution, Charles Darwin, pretty much gave us an insight into how the human race and all other organism species on the planet Earth came into existence. According to him, everything about human existence is pretty much physical and all science. This simply suggests that no deep meaning or mystery can be added to the things we do or the gifts and abilities we have. The idea of evolution pretty much portrays the idea that the humans and all other organism specie on the planet are robotic in nature. I guess we can think and feel and that makes us a whole lot different from robots but come to think how different are we really from robots if we believe in evolution.  Robots are programmed to carry out a particular purpose and this purpose they carry out without asking questions and when they are worn out after a couple of years, they are terminated and another robot created. Is that so different from us if evolution is indeed through?  We go to school, get a job, start a family and at roughly 80 years of age, we are terminated because we are worn out. But if this robotic existence as suggested by evolution is indeed the truth, why then do our mind seek more meaning to the things that meets the eye?  Why is it that despite living like a robot, we are not still satisfied? Are we really terminated and with no sort of existence at all when we die? If that is the case, then what is the purpose of it all? What is the purpose of existence and where are we headed with it?  I can’t answer those questions because I am in the same existence as you are but deep down within , we all just know that the robotic existence can’t be all there is and thus I think its high time we all started looking beyond what meets the eye and I’m hoping we  find our answers when we do.

   Thanks ,

Nesimeye I. Oswald

How to Attain Your Dreams

THE IMPORTANCE OF LIGHT---- BY MALALA YOUSAFZAI

"You know the importance of light when there is darkness. We understood the importance of education when we saw them with guns"

MY EULOGY

On my death bed ,these are the thoughts i wish to have on my mind on :

"Here at the end of my earthly journey , my heart is cheerful because i have fought a good fight and completed the race. i shall now no longer feel ashamed when i sit in the council of the great men of history."

what will your eulogy be ? The story of your end is all up to you.

   Thanks,
Nesimeye I. Oswald

A Day For A New Hope

With the dawning of this new day, comes the dawning of  yet another  struggle that will decide my tomorrow. There is yet still hope because i have today.  Today is the day to renew all hopes.

What good are riches?

I've always wished for things in my life to turn out for the better. Through out my years on earth i've always had a dream of been a very wealthy person . Here on this very day and in this very minute , i find myself at the very last step to success and i ask myself  " get wealthy then what?" . I've seen rich men die and buried in the same soil as the poor , i've seen many struggle all their lives accumulating wealth only to die when they least expected and when they die they leave everything they have accumulated behind and i'm forced to ask "what good are riches?". Riches perhaps are a wasted effort because we have no portion in it when we die. With all these going through my mind, i just thought to myself "if i am not taking anything along, i might as well give everything out and put a smile on peoples face before i die. if i'm not taking my wealth along with me to the grave, then the orphans and widows shall have it. The less privileged, the ones in the refugee camps, the ones who cant afford 3 square meals a day, the underfed and kwashiokor children shall have it all before i die . At least then i would know i'm dying with a contented heart filled with the joy that came from the smiles of those i helped.

MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES

MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES

      

• Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. ~ Les Brown
• Love and kindness are never wasted.Barbara  de Angelis
• You don't need to learn. You simply need to remember. Deepak Chopra 
• "Plans are nothing; planning is everything." – Dwight D. Eisenhower 
•  "Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself" ~George Bernard Shaw.
• Peace isn’t an experience free of challenge. Pema Chodron
• "Great minds talk about ideas, average minds talk about events, and small minds talk about people."
• Wish not so much to live long as to live well. ~ Benjamin Franklin 
• Self-love comes from taking care of the inside of you the minute you notice something is off. Gabriella Kortsch
• If your treat an individual... as if he were what he ought to be & could be, he will become what he ought to be & could be. Goethe
• One can not reflect in streaming water. Only those who know internal peace can give it to others. Lao Tzu
• If you go to work on your plan, your plan will go to work on you. Jim Rohn 
• "Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out." – Robert Collier
• Humility is not cowardice. Meekness is not weakness. Humility and meekness are indeed spiritual powers. Swami Sivananda 
• "Seek first to understand, then to be understood." – Stephen Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective     People 

Thanks,

Nesimeye I. Oswald

WISE QUOTES

15 Rhapsodies Of Oswald

•  Your interaction with every second is what defines your tommorow .
• We are all kings in our own little ways and every mans home is his castle.
• We see clearly when we stand on the shoulders of great men. 
• What definition have you given your tommorow today?
• I will not say do not weep for not all tears are sorrowful.
• The true age of man is not measured by the years in his life but by the life in his years. 
• give me meat and i will be grateful. teach me how to hunt and i would forever be indebted
• what challenge is there in life if we easily get all we desire? 
• A day may come when the courage of men fails but it is not this day. Today we fight even if it doesen't lead to victory .
• And I heard the old prophets say  "a little more, a little more, the peak of success is just a step away"
• We are what we think .
• If you can dream , you can make it..
• Our limitations exists only in our thoughts.
• TIme wasted cannot be regained but  the moment can always be redeemed.
• Is it necessary to set up a university in order to acquire the ability to recognize the conception of Godhead? 

 

Thanks,

Nesimeye I. Oswald

MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES

MOTIVATION SERIES

MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES

1. Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements."
   Napoleon Hill


2. "The key to success is to focus our conscious mind on things we desire not things we fear."
   Brian Tracy


3. "Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get."
   Dale Carnegie


4. "Obstacles are necessary for success because in selling, as in all careers of importance, victory comes only after many struggles and countless defeats."
   Og Mandino


5. "A real decision is measured by the fact that you've taken a new action. If there's no action, you haven't truly decided."
   Tony Robbins


6. "If you can't control your anger, you are as helpless as a city without walls waiting to be attacked."
   The Book of Proverbs


7. A mediocre person tells. A good person explains. A superior person demonstrates. A great person inspires others to see for themselves."
   Harvey Mackay


8. "Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience."
   Jack Vance


9. "Take care of your body. It's the only place you have to live."
   Jim Rohn


10. "You can have everything in life you want, if you will just help other people get what they want."
    Zig Ziglar


11. "The number of times I succeed is in direct proportion to the number of times I can fail and keep on trying."
    Tom Hopkins


12. "You have everything you need to build something far bigger than yourself."
    Seth Godin

    
    If you are reading this, don't  forget to leave your comments.

      Thanks,
Nesimeye I. Oswald  
   (Blog Author)


Source: http://www.inc.com/geoffrey-james/12-great-motivational-quotes-for-2013.html

IS THERE A GOD SOMEWHERE?

                                           

PHILOSOPHY SERIES

RELIGION  vs. SCIENCE/ATHEIST/FREE-THINKERS

You would all agree with me that the reason why there is so much hatred between Atheist/Free-thinkers and Religious people is due to the fact that there is little or no understanding between parties. So instead of fighting each other , let us all come together and interact. Let us dialogue on the basis of our beliefs and reach a consensus in belief. Let us all argue this till there is a generally accepted conclusion. 

                                              Rule of  Discussion

1. All parties involved are not to use insulting words on each other in the process of argument. No profanity is allowed in the discussion so if you want to insult, then don't contribute.

2. No insult should be levied on any religion or its God. Everyone involved in such would bear the consequences and wrath from such a God(I mean this discussion is to find out if God exist right? So at the start we don't know or haven't agreed if God exist or not right. So what If you insult the religion/God and discover in the end that they exist. Do not hold the tail of a dog because it looks harmless) 

3. Any contributor should offer a valid opinion with reasons.

               

                           READY? LETS PHILOSOPHIZE!

                                                          QUESTIONS

1. RELIGION : IS THERE A GOD SOMEWHERE? IF YES OFFER REASONS FOR YOUR ANSWER ? 
2. ATHEIST/SCIENTIST/FREE-THINKERS : WHY DO YOU THINK THERE IS NO GOD ANYWHERE AND RELIGIONS ARE FAKE? 

DEFEND YOUR BELIEFS IN THE COMMENT SESSION!

GOD'S MESSAGE TO PERSECUTED CHRISTIANS AROUND THE WORLD

SOME CHRISTIAN PERSECUTION EVENTS AROUND THE WORLD 

1.  Mobs set christian houses Ablaze in Pakistan ---March 9, 2013

(Story link : http://edition.cnn.com/2013/03/09/world/asia/pakisan-unrest/index.html?hpt=ias_c2 )

2.  At least 37 people died and 57 others were injured in an attack at St. Theresa Catholic Church in Madalla, a satellite town of Abuja ----December 2011

(story link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_2011_Nigeria_bombings)

3. Hindu attacks on Christians in India

 (story/video link: http://adrianmcqueen.blogspot.com/2011/05/christian-persecution.html)



The people who are called of christ, how numerous their persecutions and travails are. But a voice has been issued out of zion and it is a word of comfort from God. Thus sayeth the Lord

"Happy are you when people reproach you and persecute you and lyingly say every sort of wicked thing against you. Rejoice and leap for joy since your reward is great in the heavens; for in that way they persecuted the prophets prior to you" (Mathew 5:11-12)

"And unto the angel of the church in Smyrna write; These things saith the first and the last, which was dead, and is alive; I know thy works, and tribulation....Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life. He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death."
(Revelation 2:8-11)

"And to the angel of the church in Pergamos write; These things saith he which hath the sharp sword with two edges; I know thy works, and where thou dwellest, even where Satan's seat is: and thou holdest fast my name, and hast not denied my faith, even in those days wherein Antipas was my faithful martyr, who was slain among you, where Satan dwelleth."
(Revelation 2: 12-13)

"And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held:
And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth? And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled."
(Revelation 6: 9-11)

"He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels."
(Revelation 3:5)
 

     Thanks
Nesimeye I. Oswald

Related Articles:
Event At the Door-christian persecution 
Reuters -- About 100 million Christians persecuted around the world: report
Persecution.org--persecutions around the world

SYRIA CRISIS - Reflection of a 14 yr- old syrian girl

wisdom series

Reflection of a 14 yr- old syrian girl

Cayanne, a 14-yr old girl from syria speaks about what haunts her and how war has changed her life.

Article source : CNN

One year, 365 days and an endless number of seconds, transformed my life 360 degrees, made it go from color to black-and-white, turned laughter into tears.

I now no longer perceive the world as a 14-year-old innocent girl who takes everything for granted, more as a victim of a terrible experience that'll never fade away, always reminding me of what others go through and a memory that will forever stay with me.

Before the revolution, I remember how, on cold winter nights we would sit together as a family, around the crackling fire sipping hot chocolate. I remember the smoke from the fireplace, wafting upward, leaving a scent of burning wood in the air. I remember looking into my sister's eyes and that glimmer they always had, the smiles my parents would share.

I remember how I used to love breaking the silence of the moment by rushing into my father's lap, tracing the narrow path of velvet veins on his hand, as I enthusiastically told him about my day at school, my second home and my friends, my second family.

We don't live those days anymore. Now no one's eyes can lie, and the only sound I can hear is the screaming of sorrow.

March 23, 2011 was the first day I saw a demonstration in Syria. I was driving to a friend's birthday party, through streets that were packed with people carrying flags and calling out chants in support of the regime.

I was oblivious to my surroundings, I didn't know what was going on. I thought it was just a demonstration that would blow over.

"Barely any one is coming! Their parents are too scared to send them because of what's happening," my friend cried when she saw me. I looked into her eyes and saw the tears slowly forming and streaming down her red cheeks, streaking her dark make-up.

As weeks passed by it kept getting worse. One day I jumped out of bed to the sound of something loud shattering the windows of my room. Breathless, I got up too quickly, barely noticing the glass sparkling on my dull rug. I ran but came to a sudden halt as I felt my head spinning and my vision darkening.

My mom was crying and hugging my sister tightly. "A bomb hit an area nearby," my mother stuttered, switching through the different news channels while trying to block us from seeing it.

I managed to get a glimpse of it, on the TV, something I wish I had never seen. I remember my eyes feeling assaulted by the brightness on the screen, a sight that haunts me every night; dead bodies, bits of human flesh, were spread out like dispersed glass.

I closed my eyes and opened them again, hoping I would go back to the life I was used to, where unicorns and rainbows existed along with Prince Charmings and forever afters.

Unfortunately now, the dark days, and the nightmares take place on a regular basis, devastating my country and reluctant as I am to let it in, taking over my life, and controlling my mind.

From then on the world changed for me. Instead of learning it slowly through experience it was taught to me harshly through the sound of gunshots and bombardments. I discovered how cruel life can be, and how in one second a smile can turn into a tear, peace into war, a friend into an enemy and life into death.

I lived in a blur, not knowing what had happened or what I was to do.

I woke up every morning to the sound of gunshots, bombs or the roaring helicopters accompanied by the sad news of the death or kidnapping of someone we knew.

"I learned that though mom may be older, taller and more experienced, deep down she needs me just as much as I need her."
-----Cayanne

Some evenings, I hid under my blankets, covered my ears, and thought of the past trying to feel safe again.

I silently peeked out my window to continuously stare at the moon in its different forms casting a dim light, to stare at the sky and the stars emerge taking their place in the night. The image drawing me further and further from reality, into the life I yearned to go back to.

My parents tried to stay strong teaching us to do the same, until one night it all fell apart. I was sitting in my room, the place I hadn't left for a long time, talking to my friend about our memories, and suddenly, I hear a cry, whispers, the sound of my mother's sobs, then her yelling. "I'm going out to find him!"

My family has its own business and my father was late coming back home, not answering his phone.

"But it's too dangerous!" my aunt screamed back at my mother. "I don't care!" my mother shouted back.

I ran down the spiraling staircase terrified, afraid of what was happening. Everything went black, like a starless night. I felt like the walls of the house were closing in, suffocating me.

The background noise was blocked out and all I could do was stand and stare in dismay at my mom in this state for the first time. She lay on the stone courtyard just outside our front door, crying, holding her phone with a shivering hand dialing my dad's number like her life depended on it.

Everything stopped. It was like someone pressed the pause button in a movie, and now the seconds felt like hours. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart screaming over my mom's voice.

I don't know how long we waited, or how fast my heart was beating, but when my dad's car turned the corner, I gave everything I had left to run and hug him tighter than ever.

"I get angry when other people my age complain about their life, about the silliest things.''
----Cayanne

At that moment my senses returned and I realized how cold the ground was under my bare feet. I carried my mom inside, and from that day on I learned that though she may be older, taller and more experienced, deep down she needs me just as much as I need her.

Now, the one thing I looked forward to was waking up every morning and creeping into my parents' bedroom to look at my dad's thin and frail face making sure he had made it in safe the night before.

In school, only half my class was left. "At least we have each other," said one of my five best friends with a comforting smile.

However that didn't last for long.

Devastating news kept coming at us, beginning with the death of my friend's uncle. "In one second I lost my uncle; a part of me," she whispered in a heartbreaking tone.

I looked at her hopelessly, trying to comfort her, but I knew no words could bring him back. Every morning for one month, no words were spoken by anyone besides the ones of regret.

"If we knew this was coming, we would have done things so differently," we would tell each other.

We wouldn't have taken so much for granted, we would have appreciated what we had. Instead it was ripped away.

Grades dropped, smiles faded, students left, and all that remained were the memories that we would safely lock away.

As my dad protectively drove us to and from school, the only places we could go to, I noticed the row of soldiers on the streets. They reminded me of domino pieces. Their presence radiated darkness.

Each one had a solemn appearance, frightening eyes that looked right through you below their crunched frown. However, what always caught my eye were their large guns, the color of the dark pine trees they leaned on.

I went from looking at colorful flowers and singing birds every morning, to dark killer weapons.

April 5, 2012 was my last day of school. My parents decided to move us all to Lebanon. I had known it was coming all along. It wasn't a surprise. Everyone was moving.

I sank in my seat that day at school, buried my head into my hands and cried like I did every day.

I remembered how when I heard the news about Egypt and the violence in Tahrir Square and thinking to myself that I was far from harm's way. Now I was considering how hard it would be to move away from my home, my dad, my friends and family -- not knowing anyone or anything, possibly never being able to contact them because of the broken phone lines.

My mind wandered back to 10 years ago when I first stepped foot into the school, only worrying about things like my friendship bracelets, and now I was expected to leave everything I ever knew behind. The people who knew me inside and out, who had carved a place in my heart.

Memories flashed accompanied by more tears as my friends gathered around me and I opened my swollen eyes trying to picture the scene hoping it would last forever.

I am angry and I feel hatred to the people that are ruining my country, anyone who is holding a gun and shooting no matter which side they're on. Those who stole my childhood and that of so many others.

My dream was to apply to universities with my friends as well as cry tears of joy when we threw our graduation hats in the air. Now that was crushed to pieces. One part of me, knows that this isn't good bye, and that no matter where this crazy world takes us when the time is right we will return.

Another part of me is scared that more people will die, even if they are not close to me. Everyone has a family, friends and they suffering. I am scared that I will lose the hope that I now have about being able to return, and being left with nothing but memories.

 Watch the video of the conversation with cayanne here: http://cnn.com/video/#/video/world/2013/01/28/natpkg-lebanon-aleppo-girl.cnn

Mathew 24:6-8

6 And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
 7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places.

 8 All these are the beginning of sorrows.

A POEM BY MIRACLE BABY

This poem was compiled by Nesimeye I. Oswald. Its a fictitious by Miracle Baby who died after been born by cesarean section from his dead mother's womb..

ABOUT MIRACLE BABY..

New York (CNN) -- A day after two expectant parents died in a hit-and-run car wreck, the crash that killed them claimed another life on Monday: their newborn son.

The baby boy survived for just a day after he was delivered by cesarean section from his dead mother's womb, police said.

                                   image from crash that killed Miracle Babies parents 

MIRACLE BABY'S POEM

I was a traveler on a universal  voyage.

I boarded the voyage traveling from heaven to earth because I was told there were many green fields on the planet

I was told that the view of their sunrise and sunset were breathtaking.

I was told that nature there was the home of peace.

I was told the planet had beautiful water falls.

I was told that I would have a large family with a mother , a father, brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and grandparents.

I was told the planet was very beautiful...

Oh how they lied to me!!

When I arrived on earth, i discovered there were no flowering fields.

when I got to earth, i discovered there was no mother and father for me as they said.

When I got to earth, i saw darkness instead of the beautiful sunrise I was told of.

If i had know i would never have boarded the voyage in the first place.

So with a smile on my face , I'm traveling back home.

I'm going back to the place where there is neither strife nor hate.

I'm going back to that place where there is neither jealousy nor envy.

I'm going back to the plane of peace.

I'm really happy I'm going back.

Thank God I wasn't exposed to much of the evil of earth.

Good bye and so long planet earth.....


 Thanks
Miracle Baby
(fictitious writer)

  REST IN PEACE MIRACLE BABY(R.I.P)

Poem compiled by NESIMEYE I. OSWALD

Why do we do the things we do?

 WISDOM SERIES

Rhapsodies of Oswald

You know, sometimes I wonder why I do some of the things I do even though it is not yielding any profit.

I mean here am I with nature on this beautiful day with a complicated and troubled heart. I looked around and I saw the grasses dance to the tunes of the wind , I heard the birds singing in harmony with a joyful heart. I felt the peace and love in their hearts. Just that one moment with nature made me realize the simplicity of life and I kept wondering to my self why i complicate my life by myself when it was made simple for me.

To what reason do i slave for money from day to day at expense the of my peace and happiness?

To what reason do I pursue fashion and trend from time to time when even the  flowers of the field that wont exist anymore in a matter of days,weeks , months has clothes more beautiful than all my clothing combined.

Here am I in my youthful exorbitance and wild passions  exposing myself to immorality just to fulfill my sexual desires but in the end realizing that what I need is not a sex mate but a friend and sister. 

I wonder what I was trying to prove by being rebellious to God and acting as a prodigal child. I mean what exactly is it  I was  searching for when I threw away the pearl given to me and went in search for another treasure.

Re-compassing everything I've done , i just laugh to myself and say; "oh foolish me!".
In the end i just realize, it is not the wealth that matters, nor the fame or fashion. All that matters is the salvation of our soul which is the main reason why the everyday business has become a decision of eternity.

Perhaps we may just realize that all we need is just a plate, a spoon and a nest to live a fulfilled life.


     Thanks ,
Nesimeye I. Oswald
 Blog Author

POEM OF A WEEPING SOUL

Wisdom Series

Rhapsody of oswald

This is a poem whose words has been moulded by sad times. A poem in whose lines the very sad experiences of our today world has been conveyed. 

IT READS:

I LOOK TO THE PAST AND IT JUST SEEM LIKE YESTERDAY WHEN EVERYTHING LOOKED PERFECT.

I REMEMBER THE DAYS WHEN THE FIELD WAS GREEN

WHEN  BLUE LILIES AND THE RED ROSE FILLED THIS MOUNTAIN SIDE.

I REMEMBER HOW THE BUTTERFLIES USED TO FILL EVERY TERRAIN ON THIS MOUNTAIN SIDE

THOSE WERE THE GOOD OLD DAYS

THE DAYS WHEN MY BEAUTY WAS STILL WITH ME.

THE DAYS WHEN MY BELOVED WAS VERY CLOSE.

OH! HOW I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO GO BACK IN TIME TO THOSE YEARS.

LOOKING AT THE PRESENT, I JUST WONDER HOW EVERYTHING CHANGED ALL OF A SUDDEN.

HOW DID THE GREEN FIELDS BECOME A WASTE LAND ALL OF A SUDDEN?

WHEN DID THE MELODIOUS SONGS OF THE CITIES SUDDENLY CHANGE INTO WEEPING?

WHERE ARE ALL THE LILIES AND ROSES ON THIS MOUNTAIN SIDE?

WHERE DID ALL THE BUTTERFLIES GO?

OH! HOW IS IT THAT MY PLAY GROUND SUDDENLY BECAME COVERED IN THE BLOOD OF MY LOVED ONES?

DEATH! OH DEATH!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE MY TREASURE AWAY FROM ME?

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE AWAY FROM ME THE ONLY BLANKET WITH WHICH I KEEP WARM IN THE COLD DARK NIGHTS OH DEATH?!

GRAVE! OH GRAVE!! WHY MUST IT BE THE SOUL OF MY BELOVED THAT YOU HAVE TO USE TO QUENCH YOUR HUNGER AND THIRST?

HADES! OH HADES!! WHY MUST YOU SWALLOW A LIVE RAM EVEN WHEN YOU ARE FED WITH MEAT FROM THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE?

BUT IN ALL I AM STILL COMFORTED

I AM COMFORTED BECAUSE THE MASTER OF THE SYSTEM SAID TO ME : "TAKE HEART CHILD".

IN MY DARKEST HOUR DID THE MASTER OF LIFE AND DEATH SAY TO ME ; " A LITTLE LONGER CHILD, HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER FOR THE DAWN OF A NEW DAY IS JUST A MOMENT AWAY AND WHEN THE DAY IS COME, YOU SHALL EXPERIENCE A BEAUTY THAT WILL LAST FOREVER".

TAKE THIS MESSAGE TO MY BELOVED

TO MY BEAUTY OH SAY THIS TO WHOEVER YOU ARE GOING FROM THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE TO THE STOMACH OF HADES ITSELF!

TELL MY BEAUTY THAT I SAID ; " A LITTLE LONGER DEAREST, HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER.  FOR THE MASTER SAYS THAT THE DAWN OF A NEW DAY IS JUST A MOMENT AWAY AND WHEN THE DAY IS FINALLY COME, WE SHALL BEHOLD THE BEAUTIFUL DAYS AGAIN. WE SHALL HOLD HANDS AND PLAY IN THE GREEN FIELDS AS WE USED TO. HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER TILL WE MEET TO PART NO MORE".


In loving Memories of:

• All the faithful departed who has been a victim of war, famine , natural disasters, and random violence all around the world
• Th dead and gone of Syria.
• Late REGINA JEJE , Late FAVOUR NESIMEYE, Late TEMITOPE, Late IGHOLIN, Late BRIDGET.

         (R.I.P) REST IN PEACE BELOVED TILL WE MEET TO PART NO MORE.


    Thanks,
NESIMEYE  I. OSWALD

SYRIA CRISIS - Reflection of a 14 yr- old syrian girl

wisdom series

Reflection of a 14 yr- old syrian girl

Cayanne, a 14-yr old girl from syria speaks about what haunts her and how war has changed her life.

Article source : CNN

One year, 365 days and an endless number of seconds, transformed my life 360 degrees, made it go from color to black-and-white, turned laughter into tears.

I now no longer perceive the world as a 14-year-old innocent girl who takes everything for granted, more as a victim of a terrible experience that'll never fade away, always reminding me of what others go through and a memory that will forever stay with me.

Before the revolution, I remember how, on cold winter nights we would sit together as a family, around the crackling fire sipping hot chocolate. I remember the smoke from the fireplace, wafting upward, leaving a scent of burning wood in the air. I remember looking into my sister's eyes and that glimmer they always had, the smiles my parents would share.

I remember how I used to love breaking the silence of the moment by rushing into my father's lap, tracing the narrow path of velvet veins on his hand, as I enthusiastically told him about my day at school, my second home and my friends, my second family.

We don't live those days anymore. Now no one's eyes can lie, and the only sound I can hear is the screaming of sorrow.

March 23, 2011 was the first day I saw a demonstration in Syria. I was driving to a friend's birthday party, through streets that were packed with people carrying flags and calling out chants in support of the regime.

I was oblivious to my surroundings, I didn't know what was going on. I thought it was just a demonstration that would blow over.

"Barely any one is coming! Their parents are too scared to send them because of what's happening," my friend cried when she saw me. I looked into her eyes and saw the tears slowly forming and streaming down her red cheeks, streaking her dark make-up.

As weeks passed by it kept getting worse. One day I jumped out of bed to the sound of something loud shattering the windows of my room. Breathless, I got up too quickly, barely noticing the glass sparkling on my dull rug. I ran but came to a sudden halt as I felt my head spinning and my vision darkening.

My mom was crying and hugging my sister tightly. "A bomb hit an area nearby," my mother stuttered, switching through the different news channels while trying to block us from seeing it.

I managed to get a glimpse of it, on the TV, something I wish I had never seen. I remember my eyes feeling assaulted by the brightness on the screen, a sight that haunts me every night; dead bodies, bits of human flesh, were spread out like dispersed glass.

I closed my eyes and opened them again, hoping I would go back to the life I was used to, where unicorns and rainbows existed along with Prince Charmings and forever afters.

Unfortunately now, the dark days, and the nightmares take place on a regular basis, devastating my country and reluctant as I am to let it in, taking over my life, and controlling my mind.

From then on the world changed for me. Instead of learning it slowly through experience it was taught to me harshly through the sound of gunshots and bombardments. I discovered how cruel life can be, and how in one second a smile can turn into a tear, peace into war, a friend into an enemy and life into death.

I lived in a blur, not knowing what had happened or what I was to do.

I woke up every morning to the sound of gunshots, bombs or the roaring helicopters accompanied by the sad news of the death or kidnapping of someone we knew.

"I learned that though mom may be older, taller and more experienced, deep down she needs me just as much as I need her."
-----Cayanne

Some evenings, I hid under my blankets, covered my ears, and thought of the past trying to feel safe again.

I silently peeked out my window to continuously stare at the moon in its different forms casting a dim light, to stare at the sky and the stars emerge taking their place in the night. The image drawing me further and further from reality, into the life I yearned to go back to.

My parents tried to stay strong teaching us to do the same, until one night it all fell apart. I was sitting in my room, the place I hadn't left for a long time, talking to my friend about our memories, and suddenly, I hear a cry, whispers, the sound of my mother's sobs, then her yelling. "I'm going out to find him!"

My family has its own business and my father was late coming back home, not answering his phone.

"But it's too dangerous!" my aunt screamed back at my mother. "I don't care!" my mother shouted back.

I ran down the spiraling staircase terrified, afraid of what was happening. Everything went black, like a starless night. I felt like the walls of the house were closing in, suffocating me.

The background noise was blocked out and all I could do was stand and stare in dismay at my mom in this state for the first time. She lay on the stone courtyard just outside our front door, crying, holding her phone with a shivering hand dialing my dad's number like her life depended on it.

Everything stopped. It was like someone pressed the pause button in a movie, and now the seconds felt like hours. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart screaming over my mom's voice.

I don't know how long we waited, or how fast my heart was beating, but when my dad's car turned the corner, I gave everything I had left to run and hug him tighter than ever.

"I get angry when other people my age complain about their life, about the silliest things.''
----Cayanne

At that moment my senses returned and I realized how cold the ground was under my bare feet. I carried my mom inside, and from that day on I learned that though she may be older, taller and more experienced, deep down she needs me just as much as I need her.

Now, the one thing I looked forward to was waking up every morning and creeping into my parents' bedroom to look at my dad's thin and frail face making sure he had made it in safe the night before.

In school, only half my class was left. "At least we have each other," said one of my five best friends with a comforting smile.

However that didn't last for long.

Devastating news kept coming at us, beginning with the death of my friend's uncle. "In one second I lost my uncle; a part of me," she whispered in a heartbreaking tone.

I looked at her hopelessly, trying to comfort her, but I knew no words could bring him back. Every morning for one month, no words were spoken by anyone besides the ones of regret.

"If we knew this was coming, we would have done things so differently," we would tell each other.

We wouldn't have taken so much for granted, we would have appreciated what we had. Instead it was ripped away.

Grades dropped, smiles faded, students left, and all that remained were the memories that we would safely lock away.

As my dad protectively drove us to and from school, the only places we could go to, I noticed the row of soldiers on the streets. They reminded me of domino pieces. Their presence radiated darkness.

Each one had a solemn appearance, frightening eyes that looked right through you below their crunched frown. However, what always caught my eye were their large guns, the color of the dark pine trees they leaned on.

I went from looking at colorful flowers and singing birds every morning, to dark killer weapons.

April 5, 2012 was my last day of school. My parents decided to move us all to Lebanon. I had known it was coming all along. It wasn't a surprise. Everyone was moving.

I sank in my seat that day at school, buried my head into my hands and cried like I did every day.

I remembered how when I heard the news about Egypt and the violence in Tahrir Square and thinking to myself that I was far from harm's way. Now I was considering how hard it would be to move away from my home, my dad, my friends and family -- not knowing anyone or anything, possibly never being able to contact them because of the broken phone lines.

My mind wandered back to 10 years ago when I first stepped foot into the school, only worrying about things like my friendship bracelets, and now I was expected to leave everything I ever knew behind. The people who knew me inside and out, who had carved a place in my heart.

Memories flashed accompanied by more tears as my friends gathered around me and I opened my swollen eyes trying to picture the scene hoping it would last forever.

I am angry and I feel hatred to the people that are ruining my country, anyone who is holding a gun and shooting no matter which side they're on. Those who stole my childhood and that of so many others.

My dream was to apply to universities with my friends as well as cry tears of joy when we threw our graduation hats in the air. Now that was crushed to pieces. One part of me, knows that this isn't good bye, and that no matter where this crazy world takes us when the time is right we will return.

Another part of me is scared that more people will die, even if they are not close to me. Everyone has a family, friends and they suffering. I am scared that I will lose the hope that I now have about being able to return, and being left with nothing but memories.

 Watch the video of the conversation with cayanne here: http://cnn.com/video/#/video/world/2013/01/28/natpkg-lebanon-aleppo-girl.cnn

Mathew 24:6-8

6 And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
 7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places.

 8 All these are the beginning of sorrows.

MODERN DAY SLAVERY IN OUR TODAY WORLD

END TIME SCENES FROM AROUND THE WORLD

Child searching through rubbish in a river, Bangkok, Thailand. Children are often forced to live lives of misery, having been lured away from their homes to work in urban centres. Modern-day slavery includes forced labour in sweatshops, mines, factories and work in the domestic and agricultural sector. Credit: ILO

 

Child porter in a stone quarry, Nepal. According to the International Labour Organization (ILO), two million people become enslaved annually, many of whom are children engaged in dangerous work. Credit: ILO 

A child crushing gold bearing rocks in La Rinconada, Peru. According to ILO, in the informal gold mines, many workers are under age 15, and some as young as 11. Credit: ILO

According to UNICEF, it is estimated that there are still some 2,000 child soldiers with armed militias in North Kivu province, Democratic Republic of Congo. Child soldiers are often forcibly inducted into armed forces, sometimes by governments but often by rebel militias. Credit: UNICEF

Prostitution at Malecon, Havana, Cuba. According to the first ever report released by the UN Office for Drugs and Crime on the trade in humans, some 80 per cent of human trafficking is accounted for by sexual exploitation Credit: UNICEF
 

In Haiti, thousands of children work as domestic servants, or live in slums or in the street, vulnerable to violence and sexual exploitation. A 14-year-old sex worker lives in the city of Gonaives. Credit: UNICEF

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MORDERN DAY SLAVERY EXISTS. WHAT CAN YOU DO TO HELP?

WORDS OF WISDOM

15 Rhapsodies Of Oswald

• True beauty does not lie on the outside but lies within.
• We are all born to shine as children but only those who light up their lamps shines.
• Peace is what all human seek but only few who understand that only God can give peace actually find peace.
• Ignorance is a contagious disease . so choose your friends wisely.
• An admirer of beauty always wishes to bask in the light of the beauty it beholds but nothing beautiful comes easy so it takes an hard working admirer to bask in the light of such beauties.
• That the fruit tree on a fertile soil has not fruit on its branches doesn't mean it is barren but it is waiting for its season to manifest.
• Though everyone looks, it only takes the discerning heart to actually see.
• Words of wisdom are meant to illuminate our lives. The reason why though we hear the words of wisdom everyday but are not improving in our spiritual and physical lives is because we do not apply the words of wisdom we hear.
• Doing something without understanding is like moving without a direction. Understanding is what gives direction.
• Fate is what we make for ourselves for life and death is always placed before us. what we choose is our fate.
• Sometimes when things aren't going well, we look at our lives and wonder where we got it all wrong and we are always tempted to look at where we fell instead of where we slipped.
• In nature are the wisdom of God expressed.
• The size of a vehicle determines the amount of passenger it would carry thus  the size of your dream is a determining factor of your height in life. So dream big dreams.
• One lesson humans have failed to learn from the butterfly is to follow guidiance. It is what always leads to a field of beautiful flowers.
• We sin freely because we do not understand the extent of hells torment neither do we fully understand the beauty and glory of heaven. Only if all men understood then would all humans really act in fear of God. 

  
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