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  • Our Actions Reflect the State of Our Hearts

    By ChoitalykRuman 06/14/2026

    Have you ever noticed how the small, everyday decisions we make can reflect what’s going on deep inside us? It’s easy to talk about love, compassion, or devotion to God—but the truest expression of that love isn’t just in what we say; it’s in what we do when no one’s watching.

    Our daily actions mirror the state of our hearts. If we love our Creator wholeheartedly, it will naturally show through how we live, how we treat others, and how we respond to life’s moments—both big and small.

    Let me share a simple but meaningful experience from my own life.

    A few months ago, I was rushing to an important appointment—one of those moments where every minute counted. As I walked quickly down the street, I noticed an elderly woman struggling with a heavy grocery bag at a bus stop. She looked tired, and the bag was clearly too much for her to manage.

    My first instinct was to keep going—I was already late, and stopping would only delay me more. But then something stirred within me. A quiet voice reminded me: What would please God more right now? Your punctuality—or your kindness?

    I slowed down, turned around, and walked toward her. I offered to help, and she looked at me with such relief and gratitude. I lifted the bag onto the bench and stayed with her a few moments to make sure she was okay. When I finally made it to my appointment—yes, a few minutes late—I didn’t feel stressed or anxious. Instead, I felt calm. I felt at peace.

    Why? Because I knew in that moment, I had acted out of love. Not just love for another human being—but love for my Creator.

    You see, love for God isn’t just about rituals or words. It’s about the intention behind our actions. It’s about pausing to help when it’s inconvenient, choosing gentleness over harshness, and staying honest when it would be easier to cut corners. These small decisions—these silent choices—speak louder than our words.

    When our hearts are full of love for the Divine, it shows. It shows in how we speak to a cashier who’s having a hard day. It shows when we forgive someone who doesn’t even apologize. It shows when we give without expecting anything in return.

    This kind of love isn’t about being perfect—it’s about being aware. Aware that every moment is an opportunity to align our hearts with something higher, something more meaningful.

    And what’s beautiful is that when we act from this place of love and sincerity, we not only please our Creator—we also uplift ourselves. We feel lighter. More connected. More grounded in who we really are.

    So today, let’s take a moment to reflect: What do my actions say about my heart?

    Let our everyday behavior be a living prayer, a reflection of our devotion. Even the smallest act done with love is seen and cherished by the One who knows us best.

    #ChoitalykRuman ##ummeymiah

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    By ChoitalykRuman

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    Author: #ChoitalykRuman #ummeymiah

    *© ChoitalykRuman (2025)
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  • Reclaiming Your Voice: When the Inner Critic Isn’t Really You

    Have you ever noticed how, in quiet moments, a harsh voice suddenly rises from within—telling you you’re not enough, that you’re failing, or that you’re unworthy of love, success, or peace?

    This voice doesn’t come from nowhere. Often, it’s a lingering echo of the past. It may sound like your own voice now, but its roots are usually tangled in the words of others—parents who shamed, teachers who dismissed, friends who betrayed, or a society that told you to shrink to fit in.

    It’s the voice of the inner critic. And for many of us, it’s been speaking for so long that we mistake it for our truth.

    But here’s what’s important to remember:
    You are no longer that powerless child who had no choice but to listen.
    You’re not that person stuck in silence, afraid of being misunderstood or rejected. You are here, now—awake, aware, and free to choose the story you tell yourself.

    The Inner Critic is a Shadow, Not a Truth

    Spiritual traditions across the world remind us that we are not our thoughts. We are the awareness behind them. Rumi, the great Sufi mystic, once wrote, “Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.”

    The inner critic is part of that pain. But it can also be the doorway to your healing. When you recognize that this voice is borrowed, inherited, or conditioned, you loosen its grip. You begin to see it for what it is—a shadow, not the sun.

    Honoring the Wound, Not Living From It

    This journey isn’t about silencing the inner critic with force. It’s about listening with compassion, understanding where it came from, and gently choosing to no longer let it lead.

    You might say:
    “I hear you. I know you’re trying to protect me from pain. But I no longer need that kind of protection. I am safe now. I am strong. And I speak from love, not fear.”

    When you speak to yourself like this, you begin to reclaim the sacred space of your own inner world.

    The Power to Choose a New Voice

    The most beautiful truth is this: You have the power to choose your voice. You are not bound to repeat the narratives of your past. Each day, you can decide to speak to yourself with kindness, to affirm your worth, and to anchor yourself in truth rather than criticism.

    This is a deeply spiritual act—because choosing love over fear is the foundation of awakening.

    You might start by whispering new words to yourself in moments of doubt:

    “I am growing, not failing.”

    “I am learning to love myself, just as I am.”

    “I am guided, protected, and never alone.”

    “My voice matters. My truth is sacred.”

    Stepping Into Wholeness

    When you begin to trust your own voice, something shifts. You no longer seek validation from the world to feel whole. You remember that your soul already holds the wisdom, strength, and clarity you need. The inner critic fades into the background, replaced by a deeper, more loving presence within.

    That presence is your essence. It is the part of you connected to the Divine, unshaken by judgment, and radiant in truth.

    So, the next time that inner critic gets loud, take a deep breath. Place a hand on your heart. And remember:
    You are not that powerless child anymore.
    You are a soul in bloom. You have the right—and the responsibility—to speak to yourself with the same love you so freely offer to others.

    You are not broken.
    You are becoming.

    Author: ChoitalykRuman

    #ChoitalykRuman ##ummeymiah


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  • Time Slips Quietly—Let’s Not Let Life Pass Us

    By ChoitalykRuman

    It was a quiet Thursday morning when Sonoma looked out her kitchen window, coffee in hand, and noticed how golden the leaves had turned. The trees that had once been full of vibrant green were now casting soft shadows in shades of amber and rust. She smiled, but a strange heaviness settled in her chest.

    “Wasn’t it just spring?” she whispered to herself.

    That morning, she realized how quickly life was passing her by. The days seemed to melt into one another. Morning turned into night almost before she had time to sit down. Mondays disappeared into Fridays, and the months… well, they vanished before she could catch her breath. Her children, once clinging to her knees, now lived in cities hours away. Her parents, once so lively, were beginning to slow down.

    She hadn’t planned for life to move this fast—it just did.

    And that’s the thing, isn’t it? We don’t always see it happening. We think we have time. We tell ourselves we’ll make that call later, take that trip next year, start that project when things calm down. We hold back on saying “I love you” or “I’m sorry” because we assume there will always be another chance.

    But time doesn’t wait.

    Sonoma remembered how her best friend, Laila, used to say, “The coffee gets cold, sweetheart. Don’t wait too long.” She thought of the last time they sat on the porch together, wrapped in blankets, laughing over nothing—and how she hadn’t known it would be their last afternoon like that. Life had changed since then. Laila was gone now. Just like so many others Sonoma had loved.

    Still, despite all that time had taken, Sonoma wasn’t bitter. In fact, something inside her softened that day. She knew she couldn’t get back the years, but she could show up for the ones still unfolding.

    So, she decided to live with more presence. To stop rushing. To stop waiting for “later” to do the things her heart whispered for her to do now.

    She began lighting candles at dinner, even when she ate alone. She called her son just to hear his voice. She walked barefoot in the grass when no one was watching. She looked strangers in the eye and smiled, even if they didn’t smile back. She started writing down her stories—just in case her grandchildren wanted to know one day who she really was.

    Sonoma chose not to let life slip by unnoticed anymore.

    And maybe that’s the message for all of us:
    We may not be able to slow time, but we can honor it.

    We can fill our days with beauty, connection, and meaning.
    We can say the words that matter.
    We can stop saving joy for special occasions.
    We can stop treating “later” like it’s promised.

    Because it’s not.

    The days we live now are the special occasions.

    Life may feel long, but it’s really a blink.
    And the only way to make the most of it is to start—today, right now—with whatever love, peace, and joy we can carry.

    Author = #ChoitalykRuman

    #UmmeyMiah 5/31/2025

  • Ocean Waves, Laughter, and Lost Shoes – A Weekend to Remember

    The best kind of memories are the ones that don’t need planning—they just happen when good people come together in a beautiful place.

    Over the holiday weekend, June, her mother, and younger brother set off from Virginia to join her youngest brother and his in-laws for a family getaway at the Outer Banks, North Carolina. The drive was long but full of cheerful chatter, snack bags rustling, and daydreams of sand between their toes.

    The house near the shore was full of life. The sounds of sizzling barbecue, happy footsteps, and the giggles of little Nilom, the family’s three-year-old explorer, filled the air. His grandparents doted on him, and his energy lit up every corner of the trip.

    One of the most fun moments came when June, her brothers, and their uncle gathered around the table to play the traditional Asian Ludo game. They laughed, teased, and plotted their moves with playful competition. When June won, she raised her hands and grinned like a champion. “I knew I had lucky dice today!” she joked, and everyone clapped—even Uncle, who usually hated to lose.

    There was a birthday surprise too—Nilom’s birthday cake, decorated with bright colors and a cheerful cartoon figure, was brought out with candles and a room full of singing. His face lit up as everyone clapped and cheered. It was the kind of joy that makes you forget everything else.

    One afternoon, as the waves rolled in and the sky turned soft, June found herself standing quietly by the ocean, enjoying the rhythm of the water brushing the shore and then slipping away again. She took her shoes off and walked closer to feel the wet sand under her feet. Then, with one mischievous sweep, a wave came and tugged one of her shoes out to sea.

    “Hey! Don’t take my shoe!” she shouted, half laughing, half surprised. She stood still, waiting for the next wave to bring it back.

    But it never did.

    The ocean kept her shoe as a souvenir—and June walked back barefoot, shaking her head and laughing. “Guess the sea needed it more than I did,” she said.

    Later, the family picked out seashells—each one a little gift from the tide. Grandpa dug a big hole in the sand, and in a moment of pure childhood fun, they gently lowered Nilom in, burying everything but his head. His eyes sparkled with joy while he shouted, “I’m a sand monster!” Granny couldn’t stop laughing as she added a little seashell crown to his head.

    That evening, with the sun dipping low and salty breeze in the air, the family sat close, sharing snacks and watching the sky melt into twilight.

    No one talked about work or worries. No one needed anything more. Everything that mattered was already there.

    It wasn’t a luxury vacation. It wasn’t a fancy resort. But it was magic—because it was real, and it was shared.

    These are the moments that stay with us long after the sand is gone from our shoes—well, at least the shoes we still have.

  • By the Pond, Where Time Slows Down

    Tucked away at the edge of a quiet village stood a small clay house, shaded by old neem and mango trees. It wasn’t grand, but it was home—a home that echoed with years of laughter, shared meals, and the kind of love that deepens with silence more than with words.

    Behind the house stretched a clear pond, its surface mirroring the soft blue sky. On this warm afternoon, after a simple home-cooked lunch, the couple sat side by side under the open sky. He, with his fishing rod steady in hand, eyes on the bobber. She, sitting close, her hands busy cleaning fresh green vegetables in a basket.

    White ducks waddled nearby, occasionally dipping their beaks into the water or rustling their wings in the sun. The breeze carried the earthy scent of clay and water, blending with the faint aroma of coriander and mustard oil from their lunch.

    “I think this time you might catch a bigger one,” she said, without looking up, a gentle smile on her face.

    He chuckled, not taking his eyes off the pond. “And what if I don’t?”

    “Then we still have lentils and rice,” she replied, teasingly. “But the fish would make the evening more exciting.”

    They both laughed quietly, the kind of laughter that comes from years of shared memories. There was no rush here—no pressure to prove or perform. Just presence. Just peace.

    She rinsed the spinach leaves, letting droplets fall back into the steel bowl with a rhythm that matched the ripples in the water. He glanced at her—noticing the silver strands in her hair, the same hands that had once rocked their children to sleep, now preparing dinner like always, calm and steady.

    “You remember our first day here?” he asked.

    She nodded. “You brought me here as a surprise. I cried. I thought I wouldn’t adjust to the quiet.”

    “And now?”

    “Now, I can’t imagine noise,” she said softly, meeting his eyes.

    A duck quacked as if agreeing, and they both smiled again.

    The sun began to dip lower, casting golden reflections on the water. It didn’t matter whether they caught a fish or not. What mattered was this—this moment, this rhythm of life they had chosen together. Simple. Whole. Real.

    As she stood to take the vegetables inside, he gently caught her hand. “Wait—look at the light on the water,” he said.

    She turned, and they watched together—just a minute more—before life carried them forward again, toward dinner, dusk, and the comfort of their clay house by the pond.

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  • A Gentle Reminder for our   life Journey

    You are not here to stay forever. This world is but a resting place along the way — a temporary shelter for the soul. Like a traveler pausing for a moment’s breath, your time here is brief, and the moment of departure remains a quiet mystery.

    Work is a gift, a sacred means to meet your needs and share your light with the world. But even the noblest labor must be balanced with rest. Without pause, your spirit wearies, and the joy that comes from meaningful effort is lost in exhaustion.

    Let your words be gentle, your tone kind. Share your thoughts with humility, not insistence. For when we speak too much, we forget how to truly listen — and every soul you meet carries wisdom of its own.

    A Story from the Mountains

    I once met a man named Elias, an old craftsman who lived in a quiet mountain village. His hands, weathered by years of carving wood, moved with grace and rhythm. People from far and wide came to see his work — intricate, beautiful pieces made not for fame, but out of love.

    One winter, I asked him, “How have you kept this up for so long, without burning out?”

    He smiled gently and looked out at the snow-covered trees. “I work,” he said, “but I also rest. I walk the forest. I listen to the birds. I make tea for my wife. If I only carve, I forget the song of life. And then, what would I be carving for?”

    His words stayed with me. In his quiet, humble way, Elias reminded me that life is not about doing more — it’s about doing what matters with presence.

    He never sought praise. When people admired his creations, he would simply say, “It’s the wood that has the story — I just help it speak.”

    Wisdom in the Silence

    Be present when someone is in need, but step back when gratitude and praise are being passed around. True service is silent, and it seeks no spotlight.

    Do not chase after power, riches, or recognition — they shimmer briefly and then fade like mist in the morning sun. Instead, let your heart grow wide with love. Be a quiet friend to those around you. Compassion, more than anything, has the power to heal what seems broken.

    When you find a moment of stillness, hold it close. Amid your responsibilities, create space to be alone with your inner self — to listen, reflect, and simply be.

    Drop the mask. Let go of who you think you should be, and meet yourself honestly, with tenderness. There is no shame in stumbling. Mistakes do not make you unworthy — they are part of the sacred unfolding.

    Remember: no one is born with a wicked heart. Much of what we call evil is simply a soul lost in confusion, groping in the dark. If you carry this truth in your heart, you will become a light for others — not a judge.

    Within you lies the same essence found in every awakened being — a pure, luminous awareness untouched by fear or failure. When life knocks you down and shadows cloud your path, do not let despair make a home in you. Instead, take a breath, gather your strength, and keep walking forward.

    Faith is the lamp you carry; wisdom is the steady flame it holds. Keep it lit, even in the darkest night. In time, the way will become clear, and you will find peace — not at the journey’s end, but in each step along the way.

    Written by #ChoitalykRuman

    #ChoitalykRuman ##UmmeyMiah

  • The Distance of Silence: Why Talking Keeps Love Alive

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    There was a time when Jasin and Lotus couldn’t go a single day without speaking. Morning or night—without a “Good Morning,” the day felt incomplete. Without a “Good Night,” sleep wouldn’t come. Even in their busiest moments, they made time to connect, to say something—anything.

    Speaking wasn’t just a habit. It was emotional grounding.
    They shared everything—small joys, deep sorrows, disappointments, hopes. Their bond felt alive, flowing, real.

    But time… it changes things.
    Maybe life got overwhelming. Maybe priorities shifted.
    At first, they skipped a day or two of conversation.
    Then silence settled in, stretching longer and deeper.

    Jasin would think, “She must be busy. She’ll reach out soon.”
    Lotus would wonder, “He doesn’t talk like he used to. Maybe it’s just me.”
    But neither of them said a word.
    That simple, beautiful habit—speaking—faded.
    And with it, the life in their relationship quietly withered.

    There was no fight, no bitterness, not even hurt feelings.
    Only silence.

    That once-vibrant connection became a soft blur in memory.

    Even now, they “like” each other’s posts on social media.
    Once in a while, a mutual friend might say,
    “Remember how much they used to talk?”
    But those days live only in the past now.

    So many relationships end—not with a bang, but in silence.
    A few days without words slowly builds a wall that becomes too heavy to break down.
    Someone who was once “home” becomes just a familiar name.

    Jasin has lost many.
    Lotus too.
    And one day, they might quietly lose each other completely—without ever saying goodbye.

    If only they had held on to that one small thing:
    The habit of talking.
    Maybe the story would have ended differently.
    Maybe the bond would have stayed alive.

    Because being in a relationship is one thing—
    But keeping it alive, keeping it breathing—that’s another.

    In today’s busy world, don’t let go of this simple gift.
    Talk. Check in. Say something.
    Even a short message can mean the difference between closeness and slow separation.

    A conversation may seem small—but its value is beyond measure.
    Bring it back before it’s too late.
    It might just bring life back to a relationship you thought was fading.

    Written by;  ChoitalykRuman

    #ChoitalykRuman, #UmmeyMiah

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    #UmmeyMiah  5/13/2025

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