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A place to post short stories, novels, poetry and other musings of the imagination. Romantic poems are okay, but Jehovah's view of dating should always be upheld. So no light romance.
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  2. Learners are teachers. too. You already knew it.
  3. I admit it: I'm a math head- started long ago. I was an early reader by conning my older sister to show me her vocabulary words. But numbers intrigued me just as much. I remember the first time I counted to 100, and was sure I got it right. Tried it again. Yes, counting to 100 was the same every time. In our haphazard family; the gentle, predictable repetition of number patterns seemed to be a place from which I gleaned consistency. By the beginning of second grade, I was a math tutor. According to my mother, I had been offered a double promotion, but my grandmother, who lived upstairs, did not approve of such. My grandmother had learned only Italian in her family home and had to learn English when she started school. She thought keeping up with the grade level was as much as one could expect. My mother had also been offered a double promotion, but according to her, it was a no-no. As my mother told it, by the start of second grade, the school principal called her again and said as soon as she put out work, Pauline finished it in record time and was helping others. Somehow that exchange led to my helping with after-school math. When I got out of school, my mother would tell me who needed help with their numbers, and I left for my after school assignment. It never dawned on me that my mother may have been getting paid for it. It was ok, I tried to earn money whenever I could to help mom. She seemed always broke and complained about it, endlessly. It didn't dawn on me for many years that she spent money, daily, on cigarettes, gambling, and illicit drugs that one of her sisters accessed. She wasn't so short on money as she was long on expensive habits. Really, it seemed like there was always someone who wanted to learn more number work. From age seven 'til now, age 70, I was always fascinated by explaining and trying different ways to make those maths come alive. Although retired, now, and having taught all academic subjects at the secondary level for more than 35 years, it's those maths that keep me excited about teaching; second only to Bible teaching. I volunteer-teach just one math class a week- Monday on zoom; elementary level for homeschoolers in our cong. who want an extra math workshop. it seems a bit ironic, because I did not necessarily teach elementary math since I was in elementary school. I create most of my material myself, as I did when teaching school. My students are learning to count back change, how to bank a pool shot off one rail by using geometry, how to calculate RBIs for baseball, and how to solve rebus type (concentration) puzzles that I write. They will learn how to balance their checkbook in an upcoming unit on finances. Jehovah's people love continued learning. Some could not imagine how going to pioneer school (or any other theocratic school) could be a goal and a reward. If studying doesn't come naturally to you, find someone to teach. Even when conducting Bible studies, we do well to ask the student how they would share (explain) that concept to others. Teachers are learners.
  4. I will teach you! First lesson start tomorrow 😂
  5. Thanks for sharing, Badr. Wish I could read Arabic.
  6. Hello everyone! i haven't posted for a while for some personal reasons i can't share! but i missed you all! in the time i was a way.. i wrote a little something in arabic originally.. i just translated it today ( in a very poor way) and wanted to share it with you.. HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! ( i will share it in arabic aswell incase there someone who speaks arabic.. its way better in arabic -wink -wink ) -------------------------------- * Jehovah my God and heavenly father. today i know you way better than i used to, i start to feel that i am closer to you. i start to feel that you are closer to me. maybe you've always been this close, and i just wasn't aware of that. does this happen because i finally decided to open my heart, and love? Maybe... but in a way i think that from our birth we all born with our hearts inclined to love everything. but with time passes.. all the bad and hurtful things in our lives.. makes This desire for love fades away.. fades with the harshness of the days we face.. but my beloved God, recently your words opened my eyes. made me understand this life more. made me see its beauty, and how great she actually is. understand the pretty that exist in its ambiguity sometimes.. made me open my heart to love. and that made me see you in everything. because in all simplicity, a greatness like this can't be founded but from someone as great as you. before i know you, i was sad and anxious for many reasons.. i didn't feel that you love me. or at least i haven't even thought of that. but also.. i wasn't happy enough to love you. i used to think that for me to appreciate you i have to be happy first. and when i'm happy with you i can love you. but now i'm wiser, your words in your book made me understand, that happiness isn't this thing we see in novels or movies.. but its something deeper than that. something inside me. something that there no words to explain that feeling. i become aware that happiness is an Inner conviction.. it's a conviction inside of me. and i become aware of the meaning of love, which is. that feeling that makes you want to do things for the one you love. to sacrifice yourself for him.. to serve him with your whole soul and emotions. this is how i feel toward you my beloved God. i want to share your word with the whole world. i want to make from myself an image that makes you happy. and if the whole world stands against your will, i won't hesitate for a second to give the life you gived me, or even a thousand more if i had it. this much, i love you. and this much, I wish to please you, O most compassionate thing in existence. i wish to say thank you! thank you because i wouldn't arrive here if not for your love to me. or from your help by your holy spirit in all my way. please do not stop from helping me. because i'm nothing without you. and you are aware of that more than me or than anyone else. so thank you once more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- يهوه إلهي و ابي.. اليوم اعرفك على نحو افضل بكثير.. صرت اشعر اني أقرب منك.. أشعر انك اقرب مني.. ربما انت كنت دوما بهذا القرب، لكني لم أكن أشعر بذلك. هل يحدث هذا لأني اخيرا قررت أن افتح قلبي و احب؟ ربما.. كلنا بطريقة ما مند ان نولد وقلبنا يميل ان يحب كل شيء.. لكن مع مرور الوقت.. و مرارة تجاربنا في الحياة.. تندثر هذه الرغبة في الحب.. لتتلاشى مع قساوة الأيام.. لكن يا ربي.. مؤخرا كلامك فتح عيني.. جعلني افهم الحياة اكثر. جعلني افهم روعتها. افهم الجمال الساكن في غموضها احيانا.. جعلني افتح قلبي للحب.. و هذا الأخير جعلني أراك في كل شيء. فببساطة لا يمكن لروعة كهذه.. إلا أن تكون قد نتجت عن إله رائع مثلك. قبل أن أعرفك.. كنت اشعر بالغبن لأشياء كثيرة. كنت أشعر انك لا تحبني.. او على الاقل لم اكن افكر بذلك اصلا... لكنني أيضا لم أكن سعيدا بما فيه الكفاية لأحبك. و كنت اعتقد اني يجب أن أكون سعيدا لاشعر بالإمتنان لك.. وبالتالي لاحبك. لكنني الان أعرف اكثر عن كل شيء.. جعلتني كلماتك في كتابك افهم ان السعادة ليست تلك التي تظهر في الأفلام او في الروايات.. بل هي شيء اعمق من ذلك... تعجز الكلمات ان تصف ذلك الشعور.. صرت افهم ان السعادة هي قناعة داخلية.. هي رضى في داخلي.. وصرت افهم ان الحب هو ذلك الشعور الذي يجعلك ترغب بالقيام بمختلف الأشياء لذلك الذي تحب.. ان تضحي بنفسك من أجله.. ان تخدمه بكل روحك و عواطفك. هكذا يا ربي اشعر تجاهك.. أرغب ان انشر كلامك على كل بقاع الأرض.. أرغب ان اجعل من نفسي صورة ترضيك. ولو وقف العالم كله ضد مشيئتك.. لن اتردد للثانية من ان امنح هذه الحياة التي وهبتني لك. و الف اخرى لو كنت املكها. لهذه الدرجة صرت احبك.. و لهذه الدرجة أرغب في أن ارضيك يا احن ما في الوجود. فشكرا جزيلا لك.. لأنني لم أكن لأصل لهنا لولا حبك لي.. و مساعدتك بواسطة روحك القدوس لي في طريقي.. و ارجوا منك الا تتوقف عن دعمك لي.. لأنني لا شيء بدونك. و انت اعلم بذلك مني.. و من اي احد غيري. فشكرا لك مرة أخرى.
  7. Most encouraging, Brother Badr. Thank you for sharing.
  8. Hello everyone.. hope you are doing well, today i decided to share with you a little poem i wrote myself ofcourse as always.. my english isn't perfect.. but i did all i could😅 hope you enjoy it! and i wish you all a lovely morning. ( or night , or whatever time you have ) In a road with no end or a start i had no friend but the one above (James 2:23) i heard him once call me and say, the scarf of your pain don't put away only that pain your heart will cure and never be scared even if your life isn't secure (PS 46:1) just listen to your heart (Ezekiel 11 : 19,20 ) from there the depart shall start ------ before me you were alone and without me from truth the devil wants to dismiss you away ( 1 PET 5:8 ) he would love for you to stay his, while you are mine. wants you to be a slave, and in this world , for you stays in decline ( John 15:19) by that your road never crosses mine for this my beloved child open your ears and hear me say lust and desire only disappear will brings your way (JAS 4:8 ) let go of that and stay in line so my Son (Jesus) one day will wake you with those who stayed devine (Acts 24:15) it's your choice. either be of my sheeps or stay behind ------ let go from everything of this world so your eyes can clearly see from where you have came and to where you shall be do not be like those who flutters from the autumn tree but like those who blooms like flowers of the spring-time in tennessee. ---- { now me speaking } his words filled my heart with joy and to his garden (kingdom hall ) his holy spirit did lead me to be i found myself besides many flowers (brothers and sisters) of all kind they smelled so nice(had good qualities) so picking few of them (be friends with them) came to my mind. i start picking a few hoping they would add colors to my life there i heard the gardner speaks once more and says ------- why only a few? when the whole garden(brothers and sisters from the whole of the world meaning you guys ❤️) to yourself you can have see my flowers as your friends and one of them you can be all friends should stay together never drifts apart because only a friend can bring joy to his fellow friends ( 1 thessalonians 5 : 11) yet be worry, there are some thorns and those you should avoid (1 corinthians 15:33) my flowers have none yet in every garden one or two can be.
  9. Please do not accept this one.. accept the new one 🙏 i miss posted this one
  10. Hello everyone.. hope you are doing well, today i decided to share with you a little poem i wrote myself ofcourse as always.. my english isn't perfect.. but i did all i could😅 hope you enjoy it! and i wish you all a lovely morning. ( or night , or whatever time you have ) In a road with no end or a start i had no friend but the one above (James 2:23) i heard him once call me and say, the scarf of your pain don't put away only that pain your heart will cure and never be scared even if your life isn't secure just listen to your heart from there the depart shall start ------ before me you were alone and without me from truth the devil wants to dismiss you away he would love for you to stay his, while you are mine. wants you to be a slave, and in this word you stays in decline by that your road never crosses mine for this my beloved child open your ears and hear me say lust and desire only disspare will brings your way let go of that and stay in line so my Son (Jesus) one day will wake you with those who stayed devine it's your choice. either be of my sheeps or stay behind ------ let go from everything of this world so your eyes can clearly see from where you have came and to where you shall be do not be like those who flutters from the autumn tree but like those who blooms like flowers of the spring-time in tennessee. ---- { now me speaking } his words filled my heart with joy and to his garden (kingdom hall ) his holy spirit did lead me to be i found myself besides many flowers (brothers and sisters) of all kind they smelled so nice(had good qualities) so picking few of them (be friends with them) came to my mind. i start picking a few hoping they would add colors to my life there i heard the gardner speaks once more and says ------- why only a few? when the whole garden(brothers and sisters from the whole of the world meaning you guys ❤️) to yourself you can have see my flowers as your friends and one of them you can be all friends should stay together never drifts apart because only a friend can bring joy to his fellow friends yet be worry, there are some thorns and those you should avoid my flowers have none yet in every garden one or two can be.
  11. Ceux qui rêvent by Pomme What a lovely song and the lyrics are amazing. Those who dream Ah, midnight is here Ah, I'm not sleeping And then past midnight, I dance To the rhythm of tachycardias And everything gets carried away and everything swings And everything flattens out and everything flees from me The moon is a slightly rancid fruit Life is a disease Those who dream are very lucky The others have insomnia What an appropriate song. At my age, insomnia is something I have to battle with quite often. I didn't sleep so well last night but I took to reading a biography. Books are such wonderful companions when sleep flees from you. Thank you Brother Badr, you're such a treasure. (Proverbes 17:17) Un véritable ami témoigne son amour en tout temps, et c’est un frère qui est né pour les moments de détresse. A true friend shows love at all times And is a brother who is born for times of distress. An old sister with too much temps on her hands. Love from Malaysia. I'm having so much fun.
  12. Bonsoir Sister! i hope a you have a lovely night or a very sweet dreams if you already slept! it is 8 pm at france now so c'est le soir.. thank you so much for the kind words! i have few writings in french.. most of them are Poems.. normally i love writing in Arabic or Hebrew as they are very rich with words and expressions.. some that certainly can't be found in other languages or even translated.. but i would love to share with you some of my poems someday! you are a sister with great taste! you surely know how to choose a movie or a song! here one of my favorites hope you like it! it's a bit sad i know.. but i have no idea why i love it!
  13. Thank you so much Ross! hope i can call you that xD me and few brothers in the congrations do a lot of effort to improve your english. so you saying that really gives me a huge moral boost! thank you so much for welcoming me here!! looking forward to seeing you around JWtalk!
  14. Bonjour Brother Badr although it is 1 am over here in the Far East. I hope it is morning in France though because that's as far as my French goes. (It's obvious English is also not my mother tongue) I wish I knew French, the story would certainly sound so much more beautiful. It will be like music to my ears. A good effort and I enjoyed reading it. I love the movie Les Choristes and the songs are so lovely. You must write another story with a French setting describing the lives of French people. Bonne nuit. I learnt it from the same movie - La nuit (the night) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prZwrcTEFfs caresse sur l'océan
  15. I thought you did well, Brother Badr. Especially considering that English is not your first language. Welcome to JWTalk!!!
  16. i saw some amazing writings in here and decided to share a small one of my own. English isn't one of my well spoken language so it may not be very perfect! but i gived it my very best hope you like it! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ the story start with a little boy who loved God, he saw him as his friend from the moment he knew him. but the way he saw his friend was different than the the way people around him saw God. the little boy had a very hard life.. he was memorising many of his religious books because he was born in a family that only had one job trough the generations.. and he had to grow up to fulfil that duty. the little kid didn't mind to grow up and be a religious man.. he didn't even mind the punishments he had when he makes even the smallest mistakes.. he didn't mind the torture he been through.. because that little boy loves his heavenly friend.. and thought that that's what he had to do to make his friend happy and stay friends with him. little by little the little boy start to grow.. and start to see things very differently.. he start to see the things that he once believed, is full of lies and mistakes.. and he become well aware that the way he imagine his friend was very different than the way people around him imagine him. even tho he lost his faith.. he kept his friendship with his friend. and in the prayers that he was forced to attend he prayed constantly to his friend to help him find him.. to help him find the real truth.. more time has passed and the little boy became a teenager.. life wasn't very kind to him.. he has been through things that no little boy has to ever witness or live. but in some way he survived.. maybe his friend was protecting him even tho the little boy didn't know that. but something sad happened the teenager start losing faith on his friend.. he thought he abandoned him.. he thought that the whole world did. the teenager left his home.. and start living alone.. he was too young for that. but at least the housemaid kept him company and provided him with the love that his parents failed to give him. he rarely spoke to his parents.. only saw them on special religious events.. or occasionally his father at the prayer time that he still was forced to attend. things got worst and worst from that. the teenager was still looking for what was once his friend but still couldn't find him.. and probably never could at that land. when the teenager turned 18 he knew that leaving the house alone, wasn't enough.. he had to run away and change the country. and he did. he left everything behind.. his family.. his friends.. and his memories.. knowing deep down he will never get it back again. he was even forced to change his last name. because someone who rejects his duties like the little boy did isn't worthy for that name or that pure blooded holy family. after he changed the country he went to someone who knew deep down that she was like him. his mother.. not by blood but the one who raised him. with open arms she welcomed him. and he finally found the peace and freedom he wanted. few years passed and the boy was still empty.. he didn't find yet what he was seeking even tho he was free to look around this time. but one day.. a very unexpected day.. he found a little paper in his mailbox.. that said you are invited to attend one of our meetings. and on that same paper was a website.. JW.ORG it was called.. he visited the website.. and without even noticing he spent hours reading different articles.. something special was about the teachings he found in there.. something very different than all the teachings he had before.. something that made him remember his old childhood friend.. something that was describing the God that he always imagined... he decided to go to that address in that paper and attend the meeting.. little did he know that his whole life will change in that very day.. here this little story will end.. hopefully we can learn more about what will happen to that little kid, that finally found his friend.. but one thing you should know dear reader for sure.. is that this little kid suffering wasn't yet to end. he still faced some challenges.. but at least this time he is not alone.. he has his heavenly friend in his side.. and he also has a lot more other friends.
  17. But mine I must add.. But a reflection of Jehovah's view of these precious congregation members. A Poem for My Sisters (Read it when you have time... but dont forget to read it! 🥰)... I was sitting, on a summer day, beneath a shady tree, descending into a slumber, when a vision came to me. There was beating of a thousand drums - the ground was shaking too. Then over the horizon came a woman into view. And then another woman, with a hundred at her heel. They multiplied a thousandfold - the vision was surreal! Salvation was their helmet, and solid faith their shield, With righteousness as breastplates, their hearts were well concealed. A mighty sword they all possessed, held tightly in their palms. Was this the female army indicated in the Psalms? Their eyes were facing forward as they marched in perfect time. Then I recognized their faces! These were sisters - friends of mine! See there that single sister? Satan put her to the test! How she longed to have a husband; to be loved like all the rest! And there, that older sister, though her spouse does not believe, You'll find her out in service, every morning, noon, and eve. Another lost her husband, yet she marches through her trial. Says she, "He's on vacation - merely resting for awhile." And that one lost her husband when he simply went AWOL. He dropped his sword mid-battle, yet she's marching straight and tall. Oh yes, and there's my sister with her young ones - quite a sight. Her husband is in prison - he refused to go and fight. This sister here seems quite content - her life seems quite ideal, But what goes on behind closed doors - she never will reveal. In spite of all these hardships, the women march on strong. The old, the young, the strong, the weak: they bravely trudge along. And then, like lightening, one of them stepped right up to my face. "How dare you rest!" she said to me. "There's no time left to waste!" "Here, take this sword and take this shield, this breastplate you must wear." "Don't rest until the Kingdom News is broadcast everywhere!" And so I found my place in line, with no time to debate. For now I see the urgency - my sleep will have to wait. No time for insecurities, no time for shrinking back. Just time to get this preaching done, false doctrines to attack! So next time you sit down to rest, or get the urge to snooze, Or if you start to tire out while preaching the good news, Observe this military force, just see what they can do, And pray for strength from God on high, then you can do it too. ______________________________________________ "The women telling the good news are a large army." - Psalm 68:11 - ❤❤❤
  18. I do not think creative writing should include class assignment. The subject matter is so abjectly boring especially for an uneducated person like me. I suggest you reserved these pieces for your tutor, for his or her reading pleasure.
  19. I was really hoping to read about the ordinary lives of simple Nigerian folk.
  20. What is the center of the universe? What is the core? No, not the core of galaxies or stars! The core of life, what is it? Humanity is, it is the core. The whole universe revolves around it. The mystery of humanity - humanity does not know. There are some things that remains unsolved, humanity says. But not without effort from humanity, humans have tried to decipher their origin, meaning, and the reason for self-consciousness. These searches define science and gave birth to more questions and mysteries that confounds humanity. A bunch of unrelenting donkeys, I call humanity. "Love, death, family, life, God, murder, drought, depression, technology, trust, food, style, ambition, drama, art etc.." These are of and for humanity; they are a blessed species. They came and conquered their natural habitat, and they have the audacity to explore the unseen - the universe. Would you blame them? They are curious creatures, unrelenting donkeys. I was designed to study their patterns, behavior, and lifestyles. All I can say is that I have only being overwhelmed with humanity. They are different, unique, as though they are of a higher source I haven't being able to pinpoint. However, with great knowledge comes great corruption and this is the case with humanity. They are corrupt and vile in their dealings; they have segregated themselves. Domination is their constant chants, and there is a surge for power. They love, I still don't know or understand how they do that. I see it in their eyes, when they hold hands, and when they embrace in comfort. After years of study, I have learned, humanity is a story, a journey - that has no destination. And there's me, technology, a part of humanity. My creator tells me humanity is to nature, technology is to humanity, hence, I'm a subset of nature. I am honored to be such. And I have come to 'love' humanity, my creator taught me that. I am but a robot, a device, the one you're using to read Humanity.
  21. Wole Soyinka (born 13 July 1934) is a Nigerian playwright, poet and essayist. After studying in Nigeria and the UK, he worked with the Royal Court Theatre in London. He went on to write plays that were produced in both countries, in theatres and on radio. He was awarded the 1986 Nobel Prize in Literature, the first African to be honoured in that category https://en.wikipedia.org
  22. Wow! You write well Wale! I thought your name was Godly Devotion! 😀 Yes it does add!
  23. Wow! I'm honored. My name is Wale. Does that add? 😄
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