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My big brother is one of the most kind and sincere heart men in my life. His heart is bigger than his head sometimes, that is why sometimes I look at him when my head fools me. Last night we gather, he and his wife will perform Umrah in 9 days. We apologized for what we've done and my big bro kiss my forehead. I realize how my big bro has been very care for me since forever. They'll leave their kids, 7 yo and 3.5 yo. The little family are amazingly close at each other. They almost never go anywhere being separated. Now, the parents will go abroad, and the little one is the one that we are worry about. Then we came up with Hajj stories from my sister-in-law mother. She performed hajj with 2 young moms, one left her 3 yo daughter and the other mom left her 2 yo son. They almost never thought about their children during the hajj, when suddenly they missed their toddlers a lot. In Madinah, when they were in Raudhah, a little girl unexpectedly sat close to the young mom (who

Below is an article about our team initiative #Kelas Inspirasi on Jakarta Globe 15 February 2013 Great team with the same frequency.  http://thejakartaglobe.beritasatu.com/archive/finding-inspiration-among-students-and-volunteers/ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Finding Inspiration Among Students and Volunteers Anybody can be an inspiration — it just requires an opportunity to teach others how find success and give them the confidence to strive to reach their goals. Such is the idea behind “Kelas Inspirasi” or Inspiration Class, an initiative that focuses on stimulating ideas through sharing.  Professionals with varying fields of expertise share stories relating to their careers and achievements with elementary school students around Indonesia. Volunteers tell about their work, how they got to where they are and how reaching for their dreams made

Bagiku kamu adalah pulang orang yang kusambut setengah berlari di penghujung hari tempat kepalaku bersandar dan berhenti memikirkan cara mengubah dunia teman untuk bicara tentang ketakutan dan harapan, kegetiran dan ketegaran atau sekedar bicara hal-hal aneh yang tidak dimengerti orang lain Bagiku kamu adalah pulang tempatku bertanya kenapa genteng kita bocor dan bergotong royong mencari ember saat hujan tiba lalu kita duduk manis menyeruput teh manis hangat mengunyah pisang goreng bertabur gula palem sambil memperhatikan air yang menetes Bagiku kamu adalah pulang ketika aku membaca sekedarnya dan kamu bercerita tentang hari ini sesekali tertawa dan tercenung di bawah hangatnya cahaya lampu Bagiku kamu adalah pulang sejauh apapun kita menghayalkan keliling semesta dan mencoba hal-hal yang belum pernah dicoba Bagiku kamu adalah pulang ketika anak-anak berlari berebut memeluk dan mencium tangan sesaat setelah kau membuka sepatu di teras rumah lalu meminta segela

A woman’s highest calling is to lead a man to his soul; so as to unite with Source, her lowest calling is to seduce; separate man from soul, and leave him aimlessly wandering.  A man’s highest calling is to protect woman; so she is free to walk the earth unharmed, man’s lowest calling is to ambush and force way into life of woman. Cherokee wisdom