Friday, 29 November 2013
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN
Location : Office
Time : 2 p.m. (After zuhur)
The office assistant is busy drafting letter to some of the clients.
Then the boss (not yet a Muslim) came out from the office, walking slowly to her work place.
With a calm voice the boss start the conversation as he stopped in front of her desk.
Boss : There is a message from heaven..
The staff was a bit bewildered "hmm a message dari syurga.." she said to herself. Her boss noticed her expression.
Boss : "Mr Heaven Chia, the new real estate agent."
Staff : "Ohhh I was still thinking what message from heaven". She said that with a big smile..
Boss : "Perhaps next time, we might have a lady real estate agent by a name of "paradise".
Boss : Yes, I received a message from Heaven about the land in Johor.
* If you knew someone quite long, roughly you would knew and understood their track of mind even though you might have some differences. In this short story it is different religion... :-)
Time : 2 p.m. (After zuhur)
The office assistant is busy drafting letter to some of the clients.
Then the boss (not yet a Muslim) came out from the office, walking slowly to her work place.
With a calm voice the boss start the conversation as he stopped in front of her desk.
Boss : There is a message from heaven..
The staff was a bit bewildered "hmm a message dari syurga.." she said to herself. Her boss noticed her expression.
Boss : "Mr Heaven Chia, the new real estate agent."
Staff : "Ohhh I was still thinking what message from heaven". She said that with a big smile..
Boss : "Perhaps next time, we might have a lady real estate agent by a name of "paradise".
Boss : Yes, I received a message from Heaven about the land in Johor.
* If you knew someone quite long, roughly you would knew and understood their track of mind even though you might have some differences. In this short story it is different religion... :-)
Thursday, 7 November 2013
LOVE - KHALIL GIBRAN
Love is
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
~KHALIL GIBRAN~
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