...I was blessed to be able to choose a story from hundreds of books on my bookshelf, and one night, I asked my mom to read Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown to me. It is a children’s book about a little bunny saying goodnight to everything in her room. Although Goodnight Moon has only 130 words, it taught me life lessons that I, otherwise, may not have ever learned. Gratitude and “goodnights” became very important to me that night. The bunny in the story said goodnight to all of the immense and tiny things in her room, and I began to do it, too. However, the book also allowed me to appreciate something that I had taken for granted before. I look up to my mother, a lot, and she would come and tuck me in every night. I don’t think she ever...
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...woman named Frau Grubach. She regards him as one her favorite tenants, and Elsa K. paid a weekly visit to a young woman named Elsa, who worked at night and late into the morning as a waitress in a wine house, and by day received visitors only in bed,” (20) Fräulein Bürstner “ ‘I find it odd,’ said Fräulein Bürstner, ‘to be forced to forbid you to do something your own conscience should forbid, namely, to enter my room when I’m away’ “. (28) “ ‘You had to shout so! That makes me very unhappy.’ ‘There’s no reason to be,’ said K. and kissed her on the forehead as she sank back upon the cushion. ‘Go, go,’ she said, and quickly straightened up again, ‘go on, go away. What do you want...You’re tormenting me!’ ‘I’m not going...until you’ve calmed down a bit’” (32) “ ‘Frau Grubach...practically worships me, and believes anything I say. She’s beholden to me in another way too, since she’s borrowed a large sum from me....You needn’t spare me in any way. If you want it spread around that I assaulted you, that’s what Frau Grubach will be told and what she will believe, without losing confidence in me, that’s how devoted she is to me.’ ” (32) he can do anything he wants to Fräulein Bürstner and it will be ok with Frau Grubach “‘I’m surprised you don’t realize the insult to me implicit in your suggestions, along, of course with your good intentions, which I certainly recognize. But go now, leave me to myself, I need that more than ever now...’ K. seized her by the hand and then by the...
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...Chapter – Hajj (Pilgrimage) from the ISLAMIC book “MAN – A Wonderful Creation” Page 1 of 19 books.feedback@gmail.com +91 9769709144 http://goo.gl/CxuOG2 Chapter – Hajj (Pilgrimage) from the ISLAMIC book “MAN – A Wonderful Creation” Page 2 of 19 HAJJ (THE PILGRIMAGE) Pilgrimage is an old ritual. Makkah was considered the religious capital of the entire Arabian Peninsula much before the arrival of Islam and Kaaba had been the centre of pilgrimage for all Arabian tribes. It was a sacred territory respected by friends and foes alike. Even the Pagans who used to worship idols, called Kaaba, the House of Allah. The Hajj is the fifth pillar of Islam. It is a journey to Kaaba to perform certain prescribed rites under Allah‟s command. It is obligatory once in life time for those Muslims who can afford financially and are capable physically to conduct the rites. Apart from a religious rite the Hajj is a trade fare and a political gathering as well. During Hajj people of different places get to know each other and their difficulties. It is a foundation of social culture and provides opportunity for collective struggle. Any assembly of Muslims including congregational prayer and Hajj provides us an opportunity to meet our brothers of all races and regions in faith. In Hajj a community practically becomes a family. It makes us to learn cooperation, brotherhood, equality and love regardless of our social status, colour and nationality. "Whoever sets out for Hajj, Umrah...
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...THE SUMMER SOLSTICE Nick Joaquin THE MORETAS WERE spending St. John’s Day with the children’s grandfather, whose feast day it was. Doña Lupeng awoke feeling faint with the heat, a sound of screaming in her ears. In the dining room the three boys already attired in their holiday suits, were at breakfast, and came crowding around her, talking all at once. “How long you have slept, Mama!” “We thought you were never getting up!” “Do we leave at once, huh? Are we going now?” “Hush, hush I implore you! Now look: your father has a headache, and so have I. So be quiet this instant—or no one goes to Grandfather.” Though it was only seven by the clock the house was already a furnace, the windows dilating with the harsh light and the air already burning with the immense, intense fever of noon. She found the children’s nurse working in the kitchen. “And why is it you who are preparing breakfast? Where is Amada?” But without waiting for an answer she went to the backdoor and opened it, and the screaming in her ears became wild screaming in the stables across the yard. “Oh my God!” she groaned and, grasping her skirts, hurried across the yard. In the stables Entoy, the driver, apparently deaf to the screams, was hitching the pair of piebald ponies to the coach. “Not the closed coach, Entoy! The open carriage!” shouted Doña Lupeng as she came up. “But the dust, señora—“ “I know, but better to be dirty than to be boiled alive. And what ails your wife, eh? Have...
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...Like most people with animals, my dog, Mila, is a huge part of my life. I have had her since she was six months old, and since the moment I met her, I knew she would hold a special piece of my heart. Also, like most people with a significant other, my husband is also a large part of my life. We have been together for almost four years. Now, while both of them make me very happy, they can also drive me a little crazy from time to time. Mila, who used to be great with other animals, has developed an aggression towards other dogs since we moved to Jacksonville in June, 2016. I believe it is due to the fact that instead of having a backyard, she is taken outside on a leash. That brings me to why, Devan, my husband, is driving me crazy. He takes...
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...favorite food. She would come walking into my house, and go straight to the kitchen just to get a pickle. My mom would make sure every time we went to the grocery store to by pickles because she knew Stormy would be there to get one. I still have dreams about Stormy, I always ask her how she is doing and how she has been. I even ask the questions “What is Heaven like?” or “Do you still get to drink beer?” she smiled and answered “yes” like I was silly or something. Sometimes the dreams bother me all day and I wonder if she is really in Heaven having a beer with Jesus or if I’m just crazy. The thought of Stormy and what she went through never leaves my mind. Never would I thought I would have to be without her. My sister hung out with her that night, took her shopping and out to...
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...a large house called Judge Miller’s Place, in the sun kissed Santa Clara Valley in California, ruled over all of the dogs that were there. Buck was Judge Miller’s inseparable partner, until a man named Manuel, who was one the gardener’s helpers, committed a horrible act. In order to cover his Chinese lottery gambling debts, he stole Buck from his sound sleep and brought him to a flag station called College Park. There, the exchanging of money took place. Buck was loaded onto an express car to Seattle. On his way to Seattle, he found that a man in a red sweater repeatedly beat him. From then on, I knew that Buck would never forget that experience. In that part of the book, I found out that Buck was now an enraged animal and could only be tamed by repeatedly being hit with a club or a whip. At this point of the book, I was thinking about Judge Miller. He would’ve sent out a message or an investigation in order to find Buck. Because Judge Miller had a big house to live in, the book implied that he was wealthy. The trip to Seattle must of taken days and by then, Judge Miller would’ve been worried sick about his dog/best friend. As the story goes on, Buck’s first experience of snow left him feeling pretty stupid. When the train got to the station in Seattle, two men named Perrault and Francois bought him. Then, they put him on a ship called the Narwhal. At this point of the book, I was thinking about the cruelty of animals and how the humans treated them. It was cruel, but I guess...
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...Christabel, Part III (in fairy tale format) Bracy the bard stood silently, stunned by Sir Leoline’s dismissive and fleeting regard for his warning, albeit a warning that came in a dream. Sir Leoline was never one to question Bracy’s sense, for his sense was always good and accurate. ‘They should not leave today, they should postpone immediately,’ thought Bracy. But that was simply no longer an option. Sir Leoline had made up his mind, it appeared, and there was no changing it. To have led Geraldine away, leaving his beloved daughter Christabel in a puddle of tears and emotional turmoil on the cold castle floor, despite her pleas, was strange behaviour on his part. ‘Something was amyss,’ thought Bracy. Sir Leoline’s behaviour was surprising, for Christabel was the one person Sir Leoline would do anything for. She was his only daughter, and the only living reminder of his dead wife that he so adored. ‘Something terrible is looming over the castle,’ thought Bracy, but he did not know what. Bracy led a wailing Christabel to her bedroom, shaking his head. Moments passed, and Sir Leoline and Geraldine were walking through the castle. Geraldine stopped Sir Leoline suddenly, sobbing quietly. She turned to Sir Leoline and looked deep into his eyes. Her eyes turned snake-like and glared. Sir Leoline did not appear to notice, but only seemed mesmerized. Geraldine began to speak, and expressed her regret for having caused Christabel to act so wildly. ‘I want nothing more than the best for...
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...Once upon a Str@ngeTime, I found myself running as fast as I could. Finally I had escaped from the depths of the prison that encaged me, I had lost track of time. Days, Nights, were the same complete darkness. Just Time, It drove me crazy. The muscles in my legs ached, and I could feel my stomach tighten at each desperate leap for freedom. Finally I had the oppertunity I was looking for and I took it. I could hear them pacing behind me, but I had no idea how fast I could run once I was air bourne. I did not look back or slowen my pace, I knew If I was caught it would finally be the end of me. The mist of the Dawn Air surrounded me, and gave me great leaverage. My sense of direction came natural to me, I was able see without seeing, allowing me to know my surroundings like a sixth sense. I have the upper hand, now that I've reached the wilderness beyond the city. Up ahead I could hear running water. I'm not too sure exactly how far, but there must be a river up ahead. The dense moisture in the air I felt, near the city limit, led me to believe the river ran underneath the city, leading past the wilderness and out over the mountain top. How many years had it been since I climbed this mountain,. I remember vaguely but so much time has past I don't think I could still find the trail that led me up here. My Jill, my friend, where would she be by now. A pain in my chest caused a lump in my throat, my eyes watered and burned. I tried desperately not to let tears roll down my face. IT...
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...BEHIND THE MAN Behind the Man by YDR Sometimes it is better to pretend that we are not affected by what’s happening around us than be hurt with the truth it brings on us. This morning he will open the shop and spend most of his time talking to customers with his life’ s adventure as well as his problems he surpassed lately. He talks like a parrot in every person he meets and tells the same story that he had recently. He projects so well that he is a good provider with all the people he has talked to. He pretends to be humble with all the things he has. The newly constructed mansion, a Honda civic , a Ducati motorcycle, an original Manny Paquiao shirt , a Tag Hever watch, a Levis maong pants, were all in his possession though he claimed that these are all owned and given by his wife. Sometimes , it sounds convincing but sometimes it’s irritating especially if he keeps on telling this to people whom he come across that these are all what he got. He is living like a well off man . He can go to shopping mall whenever he wants. If he wants to eat something exotic he can go to Subic. He can travel locally and internationally. With all these , people thought that his business proliferates. How fortunate! His daughter, LJ is enrolled in a well known private tertiary school taking up Photography, a course that he never approved . With this, LJ didn’t get support from her father in every undertaking she underwent . She never felt she’s special though she is the first child . She grew...
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...Prologue Florence, 1283 The poet stood next to the bridge and watched as the young woman approached. The world ground to a near standstill as he remarked her wide, dark eyes and elegantly curled brown hair. At first he didn’t recognize her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her movements sure and graceful. Yet there was something about her face and figure that reminded him of the girl he’d fallen in love with long ago. They’d gone their separate ways, and he had always mourned her, his angel, his muse, his beloved Beatrice. Without her, his life had been lonely and small. Now his blessedness appeared. As she approached him with her companions, he bowed his head and body in a chivalrous salute. He had no expectation that his presence would be acknowledged. She was both perfect and untouchable, a browneyed angel dressed in resplendent white, while he was older, world-weary and wanting. She had almost passed him when his downcast eyes caught sight of one of her slippers — a slipper that hesitated just in front of him. His heart beat a furious tattoo as he waited, breathless. A soft and gentle voice broke into his remembrances as she spoke to him kindly. His startled eyes flew to hers. For years and years he’d longed for this moment, dreamed of it even, but never had he imagined encountering her in such a serendipitous fashion. And never had he dared hope he would be greeted so sweetly. Caught off balance, he mumbled his pleasantries and allowed himself the indulgence of a smile...
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... Gilgamesh. In this narrative poem, we get glimpses of who Gilgamesh is and what his purposes and goals are. We see Gilgamesh act in many different ways -- as an overbearing ruler resented by his people, a courageous and strong fighter, a deflated, depressed man, and finally as a man who seems content with what he's accomplished. Through all of these transitions, we see Gilgamesh's attitude toward life change. The goals he has for his own life alter dramatically, and it is in these goals that we see Gilgamesh's transition from being a shallow, ruthless ruler to being an introspective, content man. The epic begins with the men of Uruk describing Gilgamesh as an overly aggressive ruler. "'Gilgamesh leaves no son to his father; day and night his outrageousness continues unrestrained; And he is the shepherd of Uruk, the enclosure; He is their shepherd, and yet he oppresses them. Strong, handsome, and wise. . . Gilgamesh leaves no virgin to her lover.'"(p.18, Line 23-27) The citizens respect him, but they resent his sexual and physical aggression, so they plead to the gods to alleviate some of their burden. The gods resolve to create an equal for Gilgamesh to tame him and keep him in line. This equal, Enkidu, has an immediate impact on Gilgamesh. When they first meet, both having never before met a man equal in stature, they brawl. "They grappled with each other, Snorting like bulls; They shattered the doorpost, that the wall shook."(p.32, lines 15-18) In giving Gilgamesh a real...
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...look like, because I don’t have enough time. As I mentioned, I have this weird power. You are probably thinking, Why would this not bring good? Well, this is why I am writing to you all. Let me tell you some of my wishes. One of my wishes was that my older siblings disappeared. Another one was I wished I had younger siblings. Those times, I only got sent to my room, but this time was not going to be like that. It was a rainy day. I was reading my favourite book in the Percy Jackson series. I had this weird idea to wish that all the Percy Jackson characters came to life; that is where I made my mistake. So I wished all the characters were real. When I wished that, it also meant the monsters in Percy Jackson lived. Worst and best wish ever! For a while, I didn’t know the monsters existed, until they were at my front door. At that moment, I told myself, “How stupid am I? Monsters are characters too!” My parents looked directly at me when they saw the monsters. They said, “What did you do this time? And why did you wish up mythical creatures?” My parents had to call the police, because the monsters were ripping apart my house. The police didn’t know what to do about it. I totally forgot demigods were in my house that could kill the...
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...think something's worded wrong or stuff like that, please let me know. Thanks! 50 First Dates is a romantic comedy starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. Henry Roth (Sandler) is a veterinarian who admits to having difficulty with relationships. Lucy Whitmore (Barrymore) is an art teacher living in Hawaii. The two meet in a café one morning and hit it off, so they decide to meet again. The next day, Henry comes to the cafe and starts talking to her, but she doesn’t recognize him. A café waitress explains that Lucy has anterograde amnesia (which is actually referred to as “Goldfield Syndrome” in the movie) from a car accident that occurred several months ago. Lucy cannot recall anything between the day of the accident and the present. At night, during her sleep, all memories from the past day are erased, and she wakes up believing every day is October 13, 2002. Lucy’s father, Marlin, and brother, Doug, have to re-enact the same events every day so that Lucy doesn’t learn about her accident. If she knew, not only would she have to deal with her severe condition, but she would also learn that her mother died in the accident. Henry begins to fall in love with Lucy, but since she doesn’t remember him, he comes up with new ways for her to meet him each day. When Lucy discovers the truth, Henry and her family realize that they can’t hide it from her forever. They make video tapes for her to watch every morning so she can understand her situation and...
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