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  • Seasons of the Soul: Every stage of life holds its own light.

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    It’s a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun spills across the earth in golden rays, and autumn leaves glow like fire-tipped candles dancing in the breeze. The crisp air clears my thoughts, and I feel my body, mind, and soul awaken in harmony. Driving slowly, I gather the beauty around me as inspiration. Then, as if touched by the wind, my mind drifts back to the stages of life—each one like a season, each one with its own light.

    Childhood – The Spring ?
    Childhood is the spring of life—fresh, green, and bursting with promise. Days feel endless, stretching like wide meadows filled with laughter and play. We chase butterflies, build castles out of sand, and dream under the sky, believing the world is nothing but magic. Just as spring awakens the earth, childhood awakens the heart with wonder and curiosity.

    Young Adulthood – The Summer 😕
    Young adulthood is summer—bright, bold, and alive with energy. The world feels wide open, like a sunlit horizon waiting to be explored. We dream fiercely, chase love, build homes, and carve paths with passion. Days run short because they are overflowing—with work, ambition, adventure, and joy. Just as summer asks the earth to grow strong and flourish, young adulthood asks us to be brave, to step into our power, and to shine.

    Middle Age – The Autumn ?
    Middle age arrives like autumn, full of richness, yet touched with change. Our lives carry many colors—family, responsibilities, achievements, and lessons learned. We balance caring for children with guiding our parents, juggling dreams with duties. Time moves faster, like leaves falling in the breeze, reminding us that nothing stays forever. Yet autumn is not only about endings—it is about abundance. The lines on our faces are not losses but harvests, proof of all the love we’ve sown and the wisdom we’ve gathered. Autumn teaches balance and reflection.

    Old Age – The Winter ??
    Old age is winter—quiet, gentle, and filled with deep peace. The world slows down, and the noise fades. Houses grow quieter, yet hearts grow fuller, holding memories like treasures. We sit by windows or on porches, watching seasons turn, knowing we’ve walked through them all. Just as winter holds the earth in stillness, old age teaches us gratitude—thankfulness for love shared, for battles fought, for moments lived. Wrinkles become the poetry of time, and silence becomes a friend.

    Childhood (Spring) gives us wonder.
    – Young adulthood (Summer) teaches courage.
    – Middle age (Autumn) shows balance.
    – Old age (Winter) reminds us to be grateful.

    The beauty of life is that each season prepares us for the next.

    And now, as I drive on this golden Saturday morning, surrounded by autumn’s glowing beauty, I realize how perfectly the seasons of nature mirror the seasons of life. The trees remind me that change is not loss—it is transformation. The golden leaves remind me that even endings can shine. And the sunlight pouring over the road reminds me that no matter the stage, life always offers light.

    So wherever you are—whether in the bloom of spring, the fire of summer, the harvest of autumn, or the stillness of winter—walk gently. Carry an open heart. Leave behind love, kindness, and memories that will outlast the turning of every season.

    Because just like this golden autumn day, every stage of life is a gift.

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  • Life is a Train Journey

    By ChoitalykRuman

    That afternoon in Washington, D.C., the city was alive with both motion and stillness. Near the White House, the wide roads stretched like open arms, their edges softened by lines of tall trees. The air carried the scent of autumn leaves mixed with the hum of traffic. Tourists paused to take pictures, office workers hurried by with files in hand, and somewhere in the distance, a saxophone sang a tune that wrapped itself around the city’s rhythm.

    I walked slowly, a little weary from the day, letting the breeze brush gently against my face. The buildings stood tall and proud, yet the whispering leaves reminded me that even in the midst of steel and stone, nature still found its voice.

    By the time I reached Metro Center, my feet were heavy, and I longed for rest. As I descended into the station, I watched streams of people vanish into tunnels, each carrying stories of their own. I boarded the train toward Dunn Loring, leaned back against the seat, and let my thoughts wander. That’s when a memory returned—something a friend once shared with me about her mother, a wisdom passed down from her grandmother.

    Her grandmother used to say:
    “Life is like a train, child. You don’t stop at every station, and not everyone rides with you until the end.”

    When she was young, those words felt like just another one of her grandma’s sayings, the kind whispered while cooking or sewing. But as time moved on and her own hair began to gray, the meaning became clearer.

    In youth, the train feels crowded, noisy, and fast. Friends, neighbors, classmates, family—all aboard together. The compartments are full of laughter, plans, and endless chatter, and it feels as if the ride will last forever.

    But slowly, passengers begin to step off. Some leave because their path takes them elsewhere. Others are lost suddenly, leaving empty seats behind. With each stop, the train grows quieter.

    And that is where her grandmother’s wisdom takes shape. The secret is not to mourn everyone who leaves but to cherish those who remain beside you. To look out the window and notice the changing view—sunrises and sunsets, fields and mountains, rivers and cities—because that scenery is part of the gift of the journey.

    Her grandmother’s words still echo:
    “Don’t be afraid when the train empties out. Be grateful for the company you had, and when your stop comes, step off in peace, knowing you traveled well.”

    Life, I realize, is exactly like that train—filled with comings and goings, meetings and farewells, noise and quiet. And in the end, the beauty is not in perfection, but in the simple truth that the journey was ours.

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  • When I Talk to You, God

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    When I Talk to You, God
    by Choitalyk Miah

    When I talk to You, God,
    I wish to tell You secrets
    that no soul has ever spoken,
    to bring You words
    so new, so hidden,
    that even eternity has not heard them.

    But when I try,
    the words vanish.
    They fall empty in my hands,
    and silence becomes my only offering.

    For in Your presence,
    everything I know loses meaning.
    This world—its glitter, its pride,
    its promises of tomorrow—
    turns to dust before You.

    This life, with all its laughter and sorrow,
    becomes weightless,
    like smoke carried away by the wind.

    Nothing compares to You.
    No joy, no sorrow, no dream,
    can touch the measure of Your being.

    And so I give You my silence,
    my breath, my heart—
    for in that quiet,
    You already know everything.

    • #ChoitalykRuman, #umme

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  • The Journey of the Soul: From Belief to Oneness

    By ChoitalykRuman

    Spirituality is not a fixed destination—it is a journey, an unfolding of the heart. Along the way, we experience different stages of how we relate to the Divine.

    At first, many of us begin with belief. We sense that there is something higher, something greater than ourselves. Belief gives us comfort and direction, yet it can also keep the Divine at a distance, as if heaven and earth are separated.

    With time, belief may blossom into love. Love draws the Divine nearer. It transforms ideas into living presence. In love, we begin to feel God not as far away, but right before us—alive in the sunrise, in the laughter of a child, in the quiet strength of the heart.

    Beyond love lies a deeper mystery: the state of dissolving into the Divine. Here, there is no separation at all. The small self disappears, and the soul awakens to its true essence—one with all life, free and infinite. This is where spirituality reveals its deepest truth: that the Divine is not apart from us, but the very core of our being.


    A Simple Story

    There is an old tale of a seeker who once asked his teacher:
    “Where can I find God?”

    The teacher pointed to the sky. “In belief, God is above you.”
    The seeker prayed faithfully, and the sky became a place of hope. Yet, God still felt far away.

    One day, the teacher placed a flower in the seeker’s hand and said,
    “When you love, God stands before you.”
    The seeker began to see beauty in every corner of life—in people, in nature, in every breath. God was no longer distant, but near.

    Years later, the seeker returned with tears in his eyes. “But where is God now?” he asked.

    The teacher smiled and whispered,
    “When you are no longer searching, when you have emptied yourself of ‘I’ and ‘mine,’ you will find that you were never separate at all. God is not above you or before you—God is within you, as you.”


    Spirituality is not about collecting knowledge or memorizing truths. It is the gentle expansion of consciousness, a widening of awareness, until every moment carries the fragrance of the sacred.

    Perhaps the invitation for each of us is this: to begin with belief, grow into love, and finally surrender into oneness. For in losing ourselves in the Divine, we do not lose—we finally find.

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  • The Art of Love

    By Choitalyk Ruman 9/6/2025

    Love—
    at first, it blooms
    as a tender feeling,
    a gentle stirring of the heart,
    like a flower kissed by morning dew.

    But to keep on loving—
    that is no longer just a feeling,
    it is a long journey,
    where patience, forgiveness, and sacrifice
    become the brushstrokes
    that paint a vibrant canvas.

    Love finds its wholeness
    when it is held close even in storms,
    when anger melts in the warmth of forgiveness,
    when two hearts learn
    to embrace even imperfections.

    Here love becomes art—
    for it takes more than emotion to endure;
    to nurture love
    is the true act of creation.

    Not everyone masters this art,
    for not everyone is an artist.

    #ChoitalykRuman, #ummeymiah

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