Bismillah..
Thank you for not saying anything.
Thank you for that brief word.
thy heart is still a child
sensitive..and wary.
preparing herself..whether she should curl herself into a ball or stand tall.
listen close
listen close
hear those voices
not because it's a big gesture on thy part
but because thy's heart is the same.
"Treat others the way you'd like to be treated."
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often, adults and kids live in parallel worlds
barely understanding each other,
we shape whatever it is to 'our' own understanding
I've read something recently
a rather long poem by a teacher
of how being shouted at, teach the kids to be timid
of being underestimated, teach them to not know their own voice
let them run free
let them say whatever they want
let them choose whatever they want
a novel idea?
*laugh* i could almost hear a collective groans from both teachers and parents alike
but heck. try it all the same
to place yourself equal to them
suddenly, you felt their acute needs, demands
are actually quite real to our own
I know its hard to differentiate background noise to actual meanings
but, hey..listen
strangely they lower their voice to match our own
better than a spat match that gets you nowhere
look at others as if you're seeing your mirror
their problems genuine to our own
"How would YOU like to be treated as?"
even Rasulullah SAW showed his affection openly to young ones
one of his sunnah is patting a child's head when you're talking to them
not to belittle them
but, to cherish them
an act of fatherly love and companionship
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