Human values

Human values
BY
Hamah Sagrim

Human values, rather than how he died, but how he lived, not what is gained, but what has been given, not what his rank, but what has been done with the task given by God.

Your hearts have not lived if you have never experienced pain. The pain of love will open our hearts, even when the heart is hard as a rock.
The heart is the source of courage, spirit, integration, commitment and motivation "is currently the greatest danger facing mankind today is not the atomic bomb, but the change in the nature" and "This Heart enable our values the most in, changing it from one that we thought to be something in which we live.'s heart knows things that are not, or can be known by the mind. The heart is the source of courage and spirit, integrity and commitment. The heart is the source of energy and deep feelings that requires us to learn, create collaboration , provides motivation, lead and serve "
"Emotional intelligence is the ability to feel, understand, and apply the power and efektik emotional sensitivity as a source of energy, information, connections, and the human influence"
Olehkarena that "Taburlah ideas, petiklah actions. Taburlah deeds, petiklah habits. Taburlah habits, petiklah characters. Taburlah characters, petiklah fate".
The most appropriate size for testing high-level intelligence is the ability to save your two opposing ideas in your mind simultaneously, but still has the ability to function ".

Suffering and frisk is a different pleasure. If you are a human patient, while your neighbor is the man merriment, a different fragmatik between your life and your neighbor. Yes you are a human patient and suffering is the image of God not only inhabits the area where the malevolent heart.
People who suffer from is a spirit sangsai, grief is very noble to those who dwell in the hearts made stunted. Where other people laugh when they weep and cry; but who had burned and washed with tears itself ??..... will forever remain sacred !!!.. Even if other people do not understand you, but you must layangkan your sympathy. While they sped to the river of life cruel, so they do not turn to you, when you sit dibantaran river, menontoni arresting them and they sound odd.
They did not catch your cries for making noise on deaf ears, clogged rock substance that does not care about the lives of the truth; but you can listen to their songs, because it opens a whisper in your conscience, you'll see them standing tip of the fingers of light, but they saw takbisa you, because they pressure you live in the promised freedom.
You're the son of the patient ??... you are a poet and a prophet, you're the witch goddess of fashion yarn your heart and fill your hands with grain angels nuraniah you, for those seeking paradise!! .. they will always put their hearts in the grip of emptiness, because the touch of hands so supple and emptiness invites a second taste.
They stay at home stupidity !!!.... because in their homes face no mirror to look at the form of their faces, they would open their masks, you'll always sigh ??.... however, the complaint will be published whisper - whisper creek !!!... obedient when they lowered you and behavior derajart they mingled with the destruction, rubble, wailing and gemertakan from the abyss.
If you cried ... .. tears would trickle into the heart of life, like a sheen of dew dripping fresh from the heart into lidded night dawn; when they laugh, they spout cemohan like a snake venom poisoning injuries.
You keep crying, simiskin sympathy, homeless and grieving widow ... .... but they rejoice smiling at the glittering gold. You will continue to cry ... ... ... .. because you are obviously listening to the sobs of the poor and the oppressed silemah lamentation, but they still laughed because no one had ignored the pop-gun than the sound of a ringing signal.
You cry because you are currently scattered spirit of the divine ... ... .... but they still laughed because their bodies are bound by ignorance.
Your patient's son ... ... ... ... .. their son was merriment, Memohonlah that they memperkenangkan you to measure your baby suffering sharp proportional to the level of glee in front of the sun's testimony.
They have established a pyramid dihati the slaves, but do you know? The pyramid was standing on the sand, commemorating the centuries immortality of their impressions of you and mortal.
They live in the memories of a similar creature on earth as they will not find a kawan'pun who will bury you in the darkness of nonexistence, and the darkness that had been sought by them this dimukabumi.
You're the son of the patient ... ... .. the pain is a watering ke'emasan mega man with knowledge and truth.
They are the sons of mirth merriment reach no matter how high they think the law of God ... he will perish by the rush of wind from heaven memporak - devastating them into nothingness, because basically he is nothing like the thin wisp of smoke in the air trembled.

To the oppressed I dedicate

CHILD STREET

CHILD STREET

By

Hamah Sagrim

"The offer to children everywhere in the streets"

I am the story of street children

In the morning, suffering under the hot sun,

Suffer night in the inner pressure

Thinking of life without stopping

My house was taken the bridge column

Although my house is made from pieces of dirty cardboard, but was at hotel

I found lane road

I was not binatan streets,

I'm a human being

My house says to me, "do not you go leave me, because this is where kenagan-living memories of your life"

And the road says to me, "come here buddy streets, come with me, dance upon me, because I was the field's future life"

And I whispered to the house and the street, "the memories of my life will end with you, I will also follow and dance upon you, because engkaulah field for my future". I would stay here, during the day I went to dance in the streets and at night I'll stay here, and if during the day, I went not to anyone, but to our friends that I visit way.

My buddy's house and the street, one day we will separate and united only in love and death that will change.

Do you know, heaven is there, behind the door of the monumental cathedral, in it, but I lost the key, perhaps maybe only stuck, but some where.

My house, my friend, you are not running and you're my friend the road, you're dumb and I'm scavengers change your friend's street street children, so let us join hands and know each other.

Meaning we are not on what we achieve, but on what we want to achieve,

We are prisoners, but our friends in opposing cells with the door unlocked and others do not. We each hold the meaning of our lives with passion.

Maybe between the two my friend; houses and streets think I'm the highest, but probably the lowest in the world is another

Pal-pal, me and you will still be isolated to this life, and to our friends opposite one another and even for ourselves each. Until when the time for you and I speak to friends who menyahutnya to listen beseberangan

They will think my voice is your voice and when I sit down at your side, they thought I was you; They say, if you have identified yourself, you will know all men, because man is a walker and scavengers change.

I also re-told; when I see all the people then I will know who I am. My soul said, Man is a dual life; which one woke in the streets, while others wake up in the temple. I have to draw the line between needs and poverty. Only the angels can see, perhaps the angels are our supervisors better in space.

My mind said: verily every man has owed to the sacred love of street children, my soul said, I am indebted to both my friend's house and the road

Mind explaining that, all the street children who have lived the days of lalau, living together as I am now, of course I am and they do not want to host and street dancers who are not polite

Their search for the acquisition of spare change that is the life of the street with his legs straight, akupun instead pursue it for life itself

I admire people who open their minds to us, I respect him that reveal the sacred love and dreams as a debt of love, but why I blushed, embarrassed even in the face of those who served?

Kebijakkanku often as a mask hiding, when they removed the genius who discovered someone was looking for coins

When the mask tercopot, there is a full understanding of the child I thought a full understanding street, next to another slow one, he thought I was the child of a slow road, next to the other before they have stopped with the secrets in their hearts and they just figure out who I am and what secrets are there with me, and akupun silent

My mind was saying, I saw that people always choose their joys and sorrows kesediahn-they will appear in the future when happiness was gone.

My soul is a saying; desire is half of life, another soul to answer; skinfold acuhan also is half of death, my heart whispered, whereas survival is valor

It is bitter in my grief today is my memory will be joy at a time when I was a baby yesterday.

When night came and dark akupun dirumahku, I covered it in the walls, and I was fast asleep and be gone kemarinku day night.

When morning came and I woke up, apparently thinking it reminded me that "remember, you are scavengers coins on the street" aka the street children.

My mind another saying; why I was stupid to forget myself on a dark night in the shade of the walls of the house?

Houses and roads, they were both very concerned about me.

Waiting lane roads are the traces of my time, what if the road is a new door in the wall of my life?

My soul explained to me, I just large pieces of me, a hand and foot to find coins that went with the blind to raise the bowl to a hungry mouth and a basket to a hungry stomach

My mind says; really poor when I reached my bare hands to the people and not accept anything but a whisper of my soul; actually more miserable if I pursue the hands of yet no one can take it

I saw them eating and I understand who they are and who I am. My soul's voice said to me; What a hard life but begged takpernah accept love,

My mind is another answer, this may be an ambition which I think is kind of hard work

The following thoughts responded with discordant tones, I just wanted to defend my life that I had to do with the pain;

My soul lives across the hall who can not be measured by the time the human findings

Akupun now realize that poverty is a temporary disability, but the loss of love is forever flawed

I just try to talk to my friend, my buddy who has an ear to listen even to my friend who has a heart full of love, because if I say out there is no one to trust the little street urchins,

The most useful of me is He who is far away from me, and him who sent me, and which outlines the way my life, He who made me the palm of His hands

I know the child in the street;

Although I was a street child, I also have a heart woven from the hands of the supreme god's love

In this life, only one that I ask of you my friend; when it came to my end later; Please take me in an old wagon and I place it under the cathedral gate, then there will find him who has everything

Kenangkan can, do not forget

Sweet greetings to you a

The Street Children

LONELY HEART

LONELY HEART
BY
Hamah Sagrim

The tears just flowed, tears and sobs to dampten powerless. His decision is a choice of life. His heart was sore but all make him a tough. Life full of drama as conflict and intrigue. There's a war on his mind. Determination to be a good person wave endless ocean of life, then there should be a also a story of failed marriage in the middle of the rocks. All that remained on her tough. "My determination to accept all these trials simply because in my heart has ngendap faith," so he said to me that night.

The children sang Amalia night peace to the Prophet, peace is soothing to listen to anyone. An oasis in the barren desert and arid in the midst of metropolitan life is gone out to pursue worldly desires. Abundant in dry material, but in spirituality. In the middle of the hustle and rampant but feel lonely and quiet in solitude. Shalawat was like rain after a prolonged drought. Her voice was soft, melodious, touching the hearts of the most deeply.

Shalawat the mother's heart that night came to a House Amalia cry. From small, she was acting like the artist, singing, playing soap opera even when growing up would have to go to Jakarta to be a model audition poto. At first his parents forbid but determination can soften hard hearts of her parents. Not success gained, he actually fell in the night. Consciousness jerk. When on a night he listened to the voice adzan. The voice reminded again to return to the right path. Many of his friends harass and say 'goody-goody,' 'sanctimonious,' even to threats and terror of the people who do not like the decision.

In the midst of turmoil appease his heart, the Khaliq reconcile himself with a man who guided her. his home life was so beautiful and peaceful. His parents wept to see the change in her daughter. Her father was a wise man is always reminded that life is the 'heart humming never uncertain. " Because the heart rhythm is constantly changing. Just submit to Allohlah that will save him.

"When I really Alloh surrender to Almighty to walk straight, I have inner strength extraordinary mas Agus Syafii. The storm waves of life come and go. If it were not for faith, my life has collapsed," he said.

'The most terrible ordeal was while I must accept the fact my marriage had to end,' he added. While our two children who loved the world have been born. Our family life is so beautiful and should be separated, 'for me was very berat.Sesuatu trials that made me consider myself to have failed for the second time. " he said in sobs and tears. That night after the mother took wudlu water, we shared Amalia children prayed for him to grit his faith was strengthened so willing to accept 'life lines' that have been defined by Alloh SWT.

Until one day I was invited by the mother on the show his son circumcision celebration. His face looks fresh and full of laughter. Gratitude raised to Alloh spoken many times. "Thank ya mas agus been encouraging me .." he said. Humming heart has changed in the fun, spread love and affection for the children she cared. Blessing was on him shine in every step brings ketetraman good and for the people around him.