“Coming home should be the safest thing we ever do in this life. Where we lay our heads at night should be where monsters will not reach us. And yet, so many find themselves making homes with monsters instead.”
The best things in life happen unexpectedly, and come from where and when you least expect it. Such is the story behind the birth of this book. It was a random trip to Ipoh that started it all. I was taking a stroll down Old Town Ipoh, along Concubine Lane, when a small shop with stars hanging all over caught my attention.
The PWW Shop is owned and managed by Perak Women for Women Society, an organization that is geared towards providing assistance to women in need. They sell new and pre-loved items that help fund the foundation’s various activities.
I was so inspired by their “One Million Stars to End Violence – Malaysia” advocacy that I wrote about it on my blog, and also encouraged my fellow bloggers to join me in helping the foundation hit their one millionth star.
The responses were really overwhelming. Many shared their own stories of abuse and violence and how they struggled to get help. The stories shared were so inspiring that it prompted me to send an email to the foundation, and, as they say, the rest is history.
May we all be inspired by these stories; as these are not only stories of abuse and violence, but stories too of love, hope, joy, forgiveness and healing.
****Initial copies of the book will be available for sale on September 21, 2019 (Saturday) at BALLROOM, SYEUN HOTEL, IPOH .
****If you are interested to buy please leave a comment below.
When all else fail
and respect is gone
listen to your own heartbeat
and you will hear
the sound of your own voice
screaming silently with courtesy
Respect comes in different forms and appears in various LAYERS it could be a show of esteem or honor for someone or something. An example of respect is being quiet in a church or truly listening to someone speak. Walking around, rather than through, in a protected wilderness is also an example of respect.
The children’s book I read from the National Library of Singapore which has inspired me to write is poem
This part really touches my heart.
Written for calmkate’s yFriday fun challenge – layers https://aroused.blog/2019/06/29/friday-fun-layers/
When all else fail
and hope seems no trail
look upon the dark gloomy sky
and you will see
underneath the clouds
a spark of light is
desperately wanting to come out.
This poem is inspired by a recent visit to the NATIONAL LIBRARY OF SINGAPORE. There they provide a reading space for kids.
And as i observed them reading silently, i realized that i am witnessing the future leaders of the world who will change the course of humanity. Hope is really still evident in the eyes of every child.
You hit me the hardest, wounded deeply
Break my soul and destroy my spirit
Crushed me down and left me bleeding
Why do you love me so much?
And treat me so damn kind?
Yet, breaks my being
Tear me apart?
Why do i
Up unto the sky
Beyond life and even time
My treasure is you.
Over the night light
On the far side forever
My fondness is you.
And in afterlife
Farther than eternity
My passion is you.
I have been following the blog of DavyD “inside the mind of DavyD” for a little while now. I used to write long narrative verses. I seldom write short poems and verses, until i discovered his works. He writes brilliant and amazing short poems and verses most especially when he’d accompany it with an equally stunning photograph or computer generated images. And just then that i thought i could try it myself too. This afternoon, on the way home i took this stunning photograph and wrote a triple haiku alongside as my expression of my eternal devotion to my beloved and of course as inspired by Davy’s beautiful short verses.
I have been writing short poems for a while now. I enjoyed the most my haikus which actually lead to a wonderful haiku collaboration with the talented Rose of the Poet Rummager.
So here’s for Davy https://davydblog.com and Rose https://poetrummager.com for inspiring me to try on short poems.
And just when all the
has to end
even the best ones.
And how one faces
it with a smile,
when all you’ve ever
wanted is forever?
And there you start
of not wanting
to let go.
And then oblivion
is again, yet
Between here and there
When it hurt
It hurt so bad.
So bad i can’t cry
I am numbed.
Till it shuttered
The pain goes in forgetting;
The meaning of hurting.
In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Hearstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.
Day 18 Prompt: Meaning by Gavin DeGraw