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By Choitalyk Ruman
The Encounter That Healed Rimi’s Heart
Tajrin was the kind of person who carried light in her smile. She greeted everyone with warmth, helped without being asked, and believed that kindness could soften even the hardest hearts. But life, as it often does, tested that belief.
At her workplace, there was a coworker named Emily ; sharp, confident, and often cold. She had a way of making Tajrin feel small. Whenever Tajrin spoke, Emily would interrupt or roll her eyes. WhenTajrin shared an idea, Emily would take credit for it later. There was no open cruelty, just those subtle cuts , the kind that bruise the spirit quietly.
Tajrin tried to stay kind, hoping that her sincerity would melt the wall between them. But day after day, the same disdain continued. Eventually, Tajrin began to doubt herself. “Maybe I am not good enough,” she whispered inside her heart.
One afternoon, after another long day of silent humiliation, Tajrin walked out of the office with tears in her eyes. The city lights blurred as she walked aimlessly through the park. The autumn wind carried the scent of fallen leaves and a quiet ache of loneliness.
That’s when she noticed an elderly woman walking her golden retriever. The dog ran up to Tajrin, wagging its tail as if sensing her sorrow. The woman smiled gently. “He never greets strangers like this,” she said, “but he must have felt your heart.”
Tajrin tried to smile, brushing away her tears. “Rough day,” she whispered.
The woman looked at her kindly. “Ah, I’ve had many of those. Want to tell me what happened?”
And iTajrin did. She poured out everything,, Emily’s rude behavior, the constant disrespect, and how small it made her feel. When she finished, she felt both empty and relieved.
The woman nodded thoughtfully and said something that would stay with Tajrin forever.
“My dear,” she began softly, “how people treat you is a reflection of who they are, not of what you deserve. Some hearts are still learning how to love, and they lash out at those who already know how. Never let someone’s blindness make you doubt your own light.”
She bent down to pat her dog and added, “You see, not everyone will recognize your kindness but that doesn’t make it any less precious. Don’t let bitterness take root in your beautiful heart. Keep being you, even when others can’t see your worth. Life has its own way of returning kindness, often from the most unexpected places.”
Tajrin stood silently, feeling as though the universe had sent her this gentle messenger. The woman smiled once more, wished her peace, and continued down the path with her dog trotting beside her.
Tajrin looked up at the sky. The stars were just beginning to appear. distant but unwavering. She took a deep breath and felt something shift inside. The sadness didn’t vanish, but it softened. She realized she didn’t need Emily’s approval to feel whole. Her worth had always been there , untouched, shining quietly beneath the pain.
From that night onward, Tajrin promised herself to keep her heart kind, but strong. Because even in a world of harsh voices, she had rediscovered her own gentle strength.
#ChoitalykRuman #ummeymiah
10/30/2025
-By Choitalyk Ruman
One late afternoon, a few colleagues were chatting in the office cafeteria.
The topic somehow drifted to a simple but profound question
“Other than our jobs, who are we, really?”
Someone laughed and said, “I’m an engineer.”
Another added, “I’m a manager.”
Someone else proudly said, “A developer.”
But in one quiet corner sat a man in a plain shirt, smiling gently, saying nothing.
A young colleague looked at him and asked,
“Sir, you didn’t say anything. What’s your profession?”
The man set down his teacup, paused a moment, and softly replied,
“I’m a builder, I build the future of people.”
The young man frowned playfully.
“Oh, do you work in construction?”
The man smiled and shook his head.
“No, I work for an organization called Home.
My ongoing project is my child.
Every day I lay bricks in his dreams, paint colors in his character,
and teach him how to stand tall, even when life breaks him down.”
The sounds of the cafeteria slowly faded.
Everyone went silent.
The young man’s eyes softened —
he suddenly saw his own father,
the man who always said, ‘I’m fine,’
even when exhaustion and sacrifice lined his face.
The man who quietly folded away his own dreams
so his children’s could take flight.
The father finished his tea and stood up.
“My title at work may be small,” he said with a gentle smile,
“but my life’s title. ” Father “
that’s the greatest honor I’ve ever held.”
No one spoke.
Only silence filled the room
a silence that carried a truth too deep for words:
Being a father is the world’s quietest yet most noble profession.
#ChoitalykRuman, #ummeymiah
11/01/2025
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By Choitalyk Ruman
For a long time, I used to think gratitude simply meant saying thank you. Someone helps you , you thank them. Something good happens , you express appreciation. Simple.
But life, in its quiet and often difficult way, taught me something deeper: gratitude isn’t just a polite response. It’s a way of seeing. A way of living.
We all go through days that feel impossibly heavy , when the air itself feels thick, and even ordinary tasks take too much energy. You wake up, sip your coffee, stare at the same walls, and wonder, “When will this feeling pass?”
Have you ever had one of those mornings ; when nothing feels right, when even the light outside seems dull?
I remember one of those times vividly. Everything in my life seemed to crumble at once ; plans failed, relationships shifted, and I couldn’t see any way forward. I was just… surviving.
One morning, I heard a bird singing outside my window. Nothing special, it was a sound I’d heard a thousand times before. But that day, it stopped me. It felt like a tiny reminder whispering, “Not everything is broken.”
And that’s when I began to understand:
Gratitude isn’t about ignoring the hard things. It’s about recognizing the light that still exists , even when the world feels dim.
When we start noticing the small things ;the warm cup of tea in our hands, a message from a friend, the sound of laughter nearby , something shifts inside us. The sharp edges of pain begin to soften. The world doesn’t change, but our eyes do.
Gratitude doesn’t mean pretending life is perfect. It means realizing that even in imperfection, there is beauty. Even when something ends, something else quietly begins.
Some days, gratitude is just a whisper:
“I’m still here.”
“I still have something to hold onto.”
And that whisper is enough to keep us moving forward.
So, take a moment today.
Pause. Look around.
Maybe your reason to smile is already right there , in the morning light, in the smell of fresh rain, or in someone’s gentle presence.
Beauty never truly disappears.
It just waits , patiently , for us to notice it again.
What are three things you feel grateful for today?
Share your thoughts in the coments, your story might be the light someone else needs today..
By Choitalyk Ruman
There are days when everything feels heavy , like the air itself is thicker, and even simple things take more effort. You wake up, make your coffee, and wonder how to hold it all together. Yet, sometimes, in the middle of that quiet struggle, a small reminder appears , a bird’s song outside your window, the way the morning light spills across the floor, or a kind word from someone you didn’t expect.
It’s strange how gratitude often hides in those tiny, ordinary things. It doesn’t ask us to ignore what hurts. It doesn’t magically fix the hard parts of life. But it does something gentler , it changes the way we see.
When we start paying attention to what’s still good, even if it’s small, the sharp edges of pain soften a bit. The world feels a little less gray. We remember that loss and love can live side by side, that sadness can share space with wonder. Gratitude doesn’t erase the darkness, but it reminds us that light still exists and it’s closer than we think.
Sometimes, gratitude is just whispering, “I’m still here. I still have something.” It’s realizing that even when plans fall apart, or people drift away, there are still reasons however fragile to keep believing in life’s goodness.
So today, pause for a second. Look around.
Maybe your reason to smile is sitting quietly right in front of you a familiar smell, a memory, a small kindness.
The truth is, beauty never fully disappears. It just waits for us to notice it again.
By Choitalyk Ruman
In today’s fast-paced world, our minds often feel like stormy oceans,waves of thoughts crashing against each other, stirred by deadlines, responsibilities, and endless distractions. We get swept up in the current before we even realize it, tossed around by worries and expectations. Yet deep beneath the surface of all that noise lies something incredibly peaceful a stillness that patiently waits for us.
But how do we reach it?
When the Winds of the Mind Begin to Slow
The moment we slow our mental chatter, something almost magical happens. Like water calming when the wind rests, our thoughts gently begin to settle. The rush of to-do lists and worries doesn’t disappear instantly it softens. And in between those thoughts, tiny pauses appear. Quiet, almost invisible moments.
It’s within those little pauses that we first taste inner peace.
It feels delicate at first subtle, unfamiliar… yet unmistakably pure. A sweetness not found in excitement or achievement, but in calm presence.
The Power Hidden in Stillness
Lao Tzu once said, “To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.”
Stillness is not emptiness, it’s power. When the mind quiets, we rise above our thoughts and begin to observe them instead of being ruled by them. We stop reacting to every emotion and start responding from a place of wisdom.
Stillness does not mean withdrawing from life. It means showing up fully calm, aware, grounded even in chaos. From this space, life becomes clearer, softer, more meaningful.
Mindfulness: The Pathway to Peace
Cultivating inner peace is not a gift for a chosen few. it’s a skill anyone can learn. And one of the most accessible ways to begin is through mindfulness.
Mindfulness is simply paying full attention to this moment feeling the breath move through you, noticing thoughts without getting lost in them, observing the world around you with gentle awareness.
Jon Kabat-Zinn beautifully summed it up: “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” Life will always bring its storms, but with awareness, we ride the waves rather than drown in them.
Peace Is Not Far Away
Peace is not the absence of problems it’s the presence of clarity amid them. Life will never be perfectly smooth, but we can become steady. With each mindful breath, each moment of stillness, we return to our inner sanctuary.
The sweet taste of inner peace is not distant. It’s here hidden beneath the noise, waiting in your next deep breath.
So next time your mind races like a windy sea, pause. Inhale. Exhale. Listen not to the storm, but to the quiet beneath it.
You may find that peace has been within you all along, patiently waiting to be remembered.
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By #Choitalyk Ruman 10/07/2025
The morning sun rose over quiet fields, brushing the sky with soft gold. Trees whispered to the wind, and the train I rode hummed gently along the tracks. I was on my way to visit my son and daughter-in-law when a kind-looking lady sat beside me.
We began to talk, sharing stories about family and life. After a while, her voice grew softer. “I can’t tell when it started,” she said, “this slow feeling of fading away.”
She paused and looked out the window.
“Maybe it was the first time someone called me ma’am instead of my name. Or when a waiter gave the bill to my daughter instead of me. Or maybe it was the day I walked into a room and realized no one looked my way anymore.”
Her eyes filled with quiet sadness. “It’s not that people don’t care,” she said. “It’s just that the world got louder… and I became quieter.”
When we’re young, the world seems to spin around us. People ask what we want to do, where we want to go, what we dream about. But as we grow older, the questions change. They ask what we used to do, where we used to go, who we used to be.And little by little, it can feel like we’re fading into the background still here, still full of stories, but noticed less often. Like a lovely painting hanging on a wall, seen but rarely admired.
One day, the lady told me, she sat on a park bench watching life rush by — parents pushing strollers, teens on their phones, joggers moving fast. No one looked up. No one noticed her.For a moment, she felt like part of the scenery instead of part of the story.Then something small — yet magical — happened.A little girl stopped in front of her and held out a bright yellow dandelion.“Here,” the child said softly, “you looked like you needed a flower.”The woman smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”The girl’s mother looked at her too, really looked, and smiled kindly. And in that simple moment, the woman felt light again — like someone had seen her heart.
That day she realized something beautiful: being invisible doesn’t mean losing worth. It just means the world has forgotten how to slow down and see the quiet things — gentle eyes, kind hearts, and lives full of wisdom.So she made a choice.She would start seeing again.Now, she smiles at strangers, compliments the cashier’s earrings, and asks the fruit seller about his day. Sometimes people look surprised — as if kindness is a forgotten language — but soon, they smile back. And in that smile, two people become visible again.
The truth is, growing older doesn’t make us disappear. The world just moves too fast to see the beauty in what is calm, steady, and wise.But we can remind it — through our warmth, our patience, and our light.We don’t fade away.We simply glow differently — like candlelight in a world full of flashing screens.
As we grow older, we don’t vanish — we evolve. We become storytellers, quiet observers, and gentle hearts that help steady the world. The secret is simple: keep showing up, keep shining, and remind others to look, to listen, and to see the beauty that never fades.