Monday, February 18, 2013

Our past could be our survival




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WE RISE FROM OUR PAST
Penulis: Luqman hakim
Blog karya beliau Curious Luqeem

"People change as time flies, but the memory may remain". - Anonymous
We grow so fast that we didn't flashback at what we do few years back, it may seem that we don't want the memories to haunt us again but there still a good side to this. There is still bits of pieces that we can take from our past memories like experience and momentum. These two would be considered as the main power to our survival, without these two, we may never get back up from falling.
Experience - Knowledge that we gained from action of our past, which will remind us of what should we do correctly the next time if certain situation occurs.
Momentum - Once we fall, our momentum might decline really bad, probably really down that you think you don't have the strength to get back up and all hopes may seemed lost. Nevertheless, be remembered! you still have the chances to rise and set your momentum straight again by gather all your confidence, mental strength and physical strength. (Pray to Him, set your intention (niat) straight and may He guide you to the correct path).
Let us rise and take all the distances memories into experience that we may cherish. Let us ponder into the future, once we rise from the ashes, greater things will come to us for those who are willing to take the risk. Always have in mind that Allah is very near to us, just raise your hand and InsyaAllah, He will help you no matter how big the obstacle is. He will show you the way and maybe the easiest way, but it is up to you to walk and work you way through it.
There is no reward if there is no effort.



You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
(Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise?)
 Let your heart and minds speaks for itself, have you grown up yet?

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