Archive for February, 2018

SUPPORT TO STOP PREVENTABLE DISEASE: MONA JOINS UNICEF

February 24, 2018

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Friday 23,2018

Dear Damyantee,

No child should die of a preventable disease. You’re helping to put a stop to that.

With help from your monthly support and our partners, we supply vaccines for 95 countries and reach 45% of the world’s children with life-saving vaccinations. It’s a huge job that’s only possible through your generosity and the sheer determination of thousands of volunteers and health workers.

These photos show the incredible lengths they’ll go to keep children safe from disease. You’re with them every step of the way.

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Years of conflict have devastated Yemen’s healthcare system. These health workers taking part in a UNICEF vaccination campaign are determined to save children’s lives – even through mountainous terrain, oppressive heat and with heavy loads.
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UNICEF’s vaccines had to cross rough terrain for a measles, rubella and polio vaccination campaign in Nepal after the 2015 earthquakes.
They cross rivers
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A vaccine carrier is carefully transported across a river in India. It’s a delicate process because the vaccines need to be kept cold, which is harder in tropical parts of the world.
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Nepal has some of the most difficult terrains to cross to get vaccines to children.

They drive down long, lonely roads
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A box filled with polio vaccines sits on a jeep in regional Pakistan. Even in the stifling heat, the temperature-controlled carrier will keep the vaccines cold.

They travel by boat…

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This team in Pakistan is helping to eliminate polio. In this province, the only way to reach children is by crossing the Indus River, so that’s exactly what this polio team does. Donor support has helped eliminate polio in 122 countries since 1988. It remains a high concern in Pakistan, Afghanistan and Nigeria.

…by bicycle…
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  • Vaccine porters take their jobs very seriously. There’s a good reason: it saves children’s lives. Porter Mohammed Abu Taher transports cold boxes of measles vaccine to a distribution point in Chittagong District, Bangladesh. From here, health workers will transport the vaccines to schools and outreach centres, keeping them at a constant, low temperature.

 

…and by air.
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Children in northern South Sudan watch workers unload a shipment of polio vaccines. They’ve come a long way to reach this community.

But most importantly, vaccines reach children because of YOU! Your ongoing monthly support allows UNICEF to continue vaccinating the world’s children and saving lives every day.                                               

Thank you for standing with us, for every child.

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Linton Carter

Chief Development Officer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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OF INJUSTICE AND HATE

February 23, 2018

INJUSTICE.PNGhttps://www.amnestyusa.org/trump100days/

FOR AMNESTY INT’L

(by Leonard Dabydeen)

Injustice (fib)

 

When

such

injustice

keeps nagging

your boiling entrails

the hurt rumbles like volcano.

The ache of inhumanity

cries for ahimsa

world of hate

flagrant

with

shame.

 

Hate (tetractys)

 

You

cannot

sleep at night

ghosts haunt your mind

shadows of hate are your worst enemy.

 

Corrupt (tetractys)

 

Mind

so cold

so corrupt

cannot thaw, chill

hate speaks to his bowels without discharge.

 

Guns (tetractys)

 

Guns

without

fire control

spit bullets that kill

innocent lives screaming before they die.

 

 

 

 

 

Of Faith and Trust

February 21, 2018

Bhagavad Gita

Of Faith and Trust

 

When the mind needs anointing from its wounds,

When there are dark clouds hovering like hounds,

When the spirit is frail and flesh is weak:

Let Lord Krishna in your heart as you speak.

 

When your world seems to fall apart on you,

When it seems there is nothing you can do,

When the spirit is frail and flesh is weak:

Let Lord Krishna in your heart as you speak.

 

When you begin to feel hopeless and lost,

When everything around you bears a cost,

When the spirt is frail and flesh is weak:

Let Lord Krishna in your heart as you speak.

 

Lord Krishna says in *Bhagavad Gita:

Faith and trust will guide you, Oh Arjuna.

* http://hellonetfriends.com/bhagwat_gita/Chapter_Nine_Bhagwat_Gita_Verse_3.htm

Parkland Massacre (Sonnet)

February 20, 2018

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Parkland Massacre (2018)

https://www.cnn.com/2018/02/15/us/florida-shooting-victims-school/index.html

 

When you can’t share a smile on Valentine

There’s reason to believe Life’s lost sunshine;

When sound of fire alarm comes to your ear

There’s reason to believe your time is near.

 

When you’re set for learning at M.S.D High

Seventeen have lost their lives, oh, we sigh!

When the AR-15 slugs closed their eyes

Parkland echoed the world at their demise.

 

When common sense wails for some gun control

Echelon bureaucrats smirk at the toll;

When parents and their loved ones say, “No more”

They envisage a world ne’er seen before.

 

But parents must not sleep without resolve:

Their affirmative action is revolve.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Humanity

February 16, 2018

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I bring to bear no secret realm to share

But human atrocities I most fear;

Of war zones where death is enemy cry

As bombs rain from tomahawks in the sky.

 

Man’s grief to man is penchant human foil

And his loss greater than sum of his toil;

In his shadows are invisible tears,

Can he recluse himself in later years?

 

No sarcophagus will score memory

Where layered bones are bundled to bury;

Dust to dust in man’s cape he must tally

And hope for a future to be happy.

 

Inequality is our enemy;

Satyagraha is our posterity.

 

 

THE COOLIE, HIS RIGHTS AND WRONGS

February 15, 2018

Click and Open:

The Coolie, His Rights and Wrongs – Google Play

The Gandhi Way

February 15, 2018

Click and Open:

GANDHI WAY 135 

Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

February 4, 2018

Itinerant Poet

Itinerant Poet

 

Quote: thewriterpractice.com

“The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”

~ Louis L’Amour

 

You are not alone on this wind-rush march,

Itinerant ink scribing papyrus

Upon demands and deadlines flaming porch;

Or over ant-hills disturbed omnibus.

 

Sometimes the hour is long as day or night,

And eyes rebel to yawning sleep-o-tide;

But you cannot haul sail in a ship’s flight

For the ink must flow where shadows abide.

 

When it is not by your will, but dharma

This oeuvre fest embellishes your mind,

Deep in all your literary karma

And unfurl all your constraints free from bind.

 

Where vista cravings for horizons tempt,

Our writing rhapsody must be well spent.

 

 

POEM by Swami Vivekananda

February 4, 2018

Swami-Vivekananda

By Swami Vivekananda

(12 January 1863 – 4 July 1902 / Calcutta / India)

(Written on 1 September,1898.)

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-unawares/#content

Angels Unawares

 

One bending low with load of life —

That meant no joy, but suffering harsh and hard —

And wending on his way through dark and dismal paths

Without a flash of light from brain or heart

To give a moment’s cheer, till the line

That marks out pain from pleasure, death from life,

And good from what is evil was well-nigh wiped from sight,

Saw, one blessed night, a faint but beautiful ray of light

Descend to him. He knew not what or wherefrom,

But called it God and worshipped.

Hope, an utter stranger, came to him and spread

Through all his parts, and life to him meant more

Than he could ever dream and covered all he knew,

Nay, peeped beyond his world. The Sages

Winked, and smiled, and called it ‘superstition’.

But he did feel its power and peace

And gently answered back —

‘O Blessed Superstition! ‘

 

II

One drunk with wine of wealth and power

And health to enjoy them both, whirled on

His maddening course, till the earth, he thought,

Was made for him, his pleasure-garden, and man,

The crawling worm, was made to find him sport,

Till the thousand lights of joy, with pleasure fed,

That flickered day and night before his eyes,

With constant change of colours, began to blur

His sight, and cloy his senses; till selfishness,

Like a horny growth, had spread all o’er his heart;

And pleasure meant to him no more than pain,

Bereft of feeling; and life in the sense,

So joyful, precious once, a rotting corpse between his arms,

Which he forsooth would shun, but more he tried, the more

It clung to him; and wished, with frenzied brain,

A thousand forms of death, but quailed before the charm,

Then sorrow came — and Wealth and Power went —

And made him kinship find with all the human race

In groans and tears, and though his friends would laugh,

His lips would speak in grateful accents —

‘O Blessed Misery! ‘

 

III

One born with healthy frame — but not of will

That can resist emotions deep and strong,

Nor impulse throw, surcharged with potent strength —

And just the sort that pass as good and kind,

Beheld that he was safe, whilst others long

And vain did struggle ‘gainst the surging waves.

Till, morbid grown, his mind could see, like flies

That seek the putrid part, but what was bad.

Then Fortune smiled on him, and his foot slipped.

That ope’d his eyes for e’er, and made him find

That stones and trees ne’er break the law,

But stones and trees remain; that man alone

Is blest with power to fight and conquer Fate,

Transcending bounds and laws.

From him his passive nature fell, and life appeared

As broad and new, and broader, newer grew,

Till light ahead began to break, and glimpse of That

Where Peace Eternal dwells — yet one can only reach

By wading through the sea of struggles — courage-giving, came.

Then looking back on all that made him kin

To stocks and stones, and on to what the world

Had shunned him for, his fall, he blessed the fall,

And with a joyful heart, declared it —

‘Blessed Sin! ‘

February 1, 2018