DR. A. P. J. ABDUL KALAM I express to the people of India and the Muslim community my deepest sympathy of the passing of Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam.  His life if I am to know the man comes from the many loving and sincere words of the soul and heart of his man.  What I have gleamed from the soul was about listening to the many his attributes and body of work from friends, documentaries, news stories , interviews and the like.  I cannot help but see a genuinely humble man whom God has blessed with many graces and talents that his life projected as he walk in the DIVINE WILL of God.  He died doing what he loved most in all the greatest of his life being a teacher.  He understood the future of India/world lies within the hearts of its children.    They say an era has gone how sad for the better place of India would be to continue to not only honor the man but to move in the wisdom of his words and life. I am told during his presidency India was in a better place a place not for

DIAMONDS FROM HEAVEN I come to realize every day the goodness and mercy of God.  The village I’ve been living in for the last five years has been in a drought for the last three and hopefully, the monsoon will not fail this area again this year.  It has been said the reason for the drought by some locals are the sins of the village.  I cannot begin to second guess God’s decision making process but I know this much God is compassionate and long suffering when it comes to the actions of His children.  As His children we tend to live the I/Me life excluding Him surly from our daily routine certainly when things are going our way.  We tend to lock into His realm of love when we suffer to long with the usually why me, or a cry for help.  The village has suffered while rain came to other surrounding towns and villages.  The clouds full of rain where blown by the wind beyond the village.  We did get a five or ten minute of rain on occasion until last night. God decided in His

STORM CLOUDS OF ABUSE While I was away visiting family/friends in the USA those I left behind in India made a conscience decision to keep from me an injustice that would boiled my blood, give me sleepless nights and keep me in prayer.  This decision was made so that my two weeks spent in the states would be happy, carefree and peaceful.  Well I am back! I have a dear young man who is close to my heart of love and prayers.  I met him when he was starting 11 th standard and for the purpose of this blog as you will read he will not be revealed.  Our relationship is like and elderly aunt to a nephew.  We share many things and I often mentored him in the value of studying hard and getting good grades a feat he is/was  compliance with  in spite of the lore of cricket games and their playoffs which always seemed to come during exams.  The tug and pull result ended with him doing well in college obtaining a degree in Mechanical Engineering.  KARTHIGEYA MOULDS AND DIES PRIVA

MY eldest is 50 My eldest son Johnny turns 50 today.  He is the pride of this mother’s heart and blessed I cannot be more.  His life is one that brings me joy and happiness.  He is giving, kind and generous who is always there for family and friends and does it without complaint or annoyance these attributes I speak of are second nature, his heart beat his breath.   He has a heart of forgiveness and readily takes back into his life those close to him that have hurt him with acceptance at the purest level holding no condemnation against them.  He is a hard worker and all that he has attain in his personal life he did it.  What he has he shares; hording nothing to self. His antics as a child have given me stories to tell and I share with you.  When Johnny was two he wanted to be a nudist; he would be in the backyard playing and all of a sudden I would hear the next store neighbor’s kids yelling Mrs. Jensen! Mrs. Jensen, Johnny took all his clothes off.  I ran out s