A prayer and a flower for the cyclone hit Burma

It was Friday, May 30, 2008, I just got in the office sweating and rushing to avoid being late, I received a spam email from one of my staff. After so many times of informing him that corporate emails shoul donly be used for business purposes, I received another one.

I was pretty frustrated receiving this email without a subject again from the same person. When I opened it, I was warned by this opening message "I'm forwarding this, but please do not open if you can't handle the graphics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the message were series of pictures that shocked me.


I've heard about this in the news yet I didn't pay attention to it. I felt like I have a lot of problems already to take care of and I don't need anymore additions. I never thought that the tragedy was this devastating.

BBC News Asia-Pacific in its world news report online which came out on May 22 mentioned that "About 78,000 people have died and another 56,000 are missing." I felt really bad about what happened. My anger for the person who sent me this email faded and sent him a reply saying my thank you.


I kept still and silent for a moment, offered my prayer to the victims and their loved ones and thank God for all the blessings that He has given me. I just thought that there are so many things which I forgot to thank Him for. There are so many people who lost their lives in that tragedy and I'm so fortunate that all of us in my family are safe.

I encourage everyone who have read and is currently reading this article to please offer your prayers to Burma for them to survive this tragedy and rebuild their lives as a nation. We can all do our own small ways to make it a reality.

PHOTOS FROM: malaysianindian1.blogspot.com

Flowers for the cyclone hit Burma

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In Papa's Arms

I remember the time when I was still a kid. Papa used to carry me on his arms to pacify my tantrums.
He even let my head lean on his shoulders while I shed my tears.
Now that I'm not a kid anymore. I'll offer my arms to him whenever he needs help... maybe to the extent of carrying him if necessary.
I would always offer my shoulders for him to cry on when he feels alone.
I'll make sure to always be there just like he did.

there is something about fathers which brings out a certain emotion in most people. they don't become parents in much the same way as mothers do. they're observers at best during those months we were growing inside our mother's wombs. and when we get born, fathers either become who they are in their child's life or not.

the former transformation is always such a blessing to the child born in that family.

reading what you posted underneath your photo tells us, your viewers and readers, that you have a father whose transformation was a blessing to you. and the trust so clearly seen in the photo only goes to support that thought.

the burnt-look treatment of the photo brings out nostalgic memories, too. and makes us all remember our own personal histories.

needless to say, but i will say it anyway, the image you share with us is quite remarkable in its poignancy. and the promise you made under it, reminds all of us to appreciate people who have been supporting us in our growth towards who we are now.

thank you for sharing this. - - purplbutrfly