Le mie poesie e passione ..

Birthing is a gift. It is a gift for parents to mold a mind and a heart positively by teaching love and respect for every person's dignity, regardless of his color, race, beliefs, religion and gender.

To all My non-Muslim friends: This post will be far different from the previous ones which sing in rythmic melody. This is not poetic but will aid you to look the other way, outside the malls where magnificent Christmas decors fascinate you and your loved ones. Let me take you to a world where the poor people have nothing on their tables for Christmas. A place where kids sleep with empty crumbling stomach , waiting for alms. The fisherfolk community is one of the most impoverished sectors. If they go home without a catch, their families will have no meals for the day. They live in shanties and have no Christmas trees. I had a chance to witness their fate during my immersion program when I was in college. It was brief but it taught me to value the real essence of life unselfishly. I thought I know how poor families live but I realized that by experience, they are really suffering not only physically but morally. I just wonder if you have many foods to spare, then ...

I come from afar Always against war I stand where I choose At the bridge of peace.. Will you take my hand?