My friend Aziz is an art and French teacher in Sydelle’s school and after school, he’s a Futsal coach. I have been inspired by his dedication, enthusiasm, and passion for teaching. And he’s a teacher with a big heart too. Sydelle once told me that Aziz bought them paint and brushes so they could paint during art lesson instead of using the same old oil pastel. Aziz is also a person with many talents – Artist (Abstract Art), Photographer (BW)/Aikidoka.
Today, Aziz shared with me a short poem and said it’s okay for me to post. I think it’s simple, sweet, but deep.
How much is too much…
Is your love to me …
As the air we breathe…
It’s never free
– Aziz Gattoufi [13.06.18]
today is January 7th
the same date seventeen years ago
at the wee hour of the morning
when I held you in my arms as you
struggled and breathe your last.
The last time Mom and I visited you
at the cemetery was quite some time ago
Not that we have forgotten you but
we believe your spirit dwells
in our hearts and not at the place
where we laid you to rest.
I’m glad I visited you today, Dad
I believe you were at the cemetery too.
I found peace within as I reminisce on the
lessons learned after your passing…
Life is too short to be grumpy
There’s hope in the midst of adversity.
Our success or failures does not
define who we are.
Life is about being joyful.
And there’s joy…
in being yourself
in giving & sharing
in the midst of pain and suffering,
May we find the strength
to let go of our past…
the years of pain and difficulties that
we had somehow survived and have made
us more compassionate and resilient.
May our hearts be filled with
love, joy and peace
as we continue to live
joyfully in the moment.
God of peace,
bring your peace to our violent world:
peace in the hearts of all men and women
and peace among the nations of the Earth.
– Pope Benedict XVI
“Men build too many walls….
and not enough bridges.”
― Joseph Fort Newton
“There is no better way to thank God for your sight…
than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.”
“Why you? Because there’s no one better.
Why now? Because tomorrow isn’t soon enough.”
– Donna Brazile