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In the silence of a cold, dark night,
A mother's whispered prayer takes flight.
Alone she sits with weary bones,
Yet strength still echoes in her tones.
Left behind by a love betrayed,
A husband’s vow so quickly swayed.
Her heart was torn, her soul was bruised,
But for her child, she never refused.
Before the dawn, she’s on her feet,
From kitchen heat to factory beat.
Her body aches, her head feels light,
But giving up was never right.
She skips her meals to let him eat,
And walks him daily down the street.
No new clothes hang in her worn-out chest,
But her child's books are always the best.
Some nights she coughs, her fever climbs,
But morning calls—she’s up on time.
Though pain clings tightly to her skin,
Her love is loud, her will within.
The boy grows up—so bright, so kind,
And never once does she remind
Him of the price that she has paid,
Or of the tears she’s often swayed.
Oh world, respect a soul so rare,
Who carries burdens none would dare.
For on her back, the future rides,
And in her chest, God’s grace abides.
She is no ordinary soul, no fleeting flame—
She is a warrior with no need for fame.
A living light in storm and rain,
A walking heaven shaped by pain.
I can't be me in that place,
Its silence drowns my voice,
Each day, a mask I wear,
Stripped of my sacred choice.
It kills me slow, that space—
Where dreams dissolve in air,
Where prayers bounce off the walls,
And no one seems to care.
Please, set me free tonight,
Unchain this soul of mine,
Let me breathe where I belong,
Where stars and spirit align.
Please, let me stay right here,
This soil feels like home’s grace,
Where faith flows like a river,
And peace wraps round this place.
By the way—just so you see,
Here, I can do Hajj with ease,
No need to wait 25 long years,
To bow beneath the blessed trees.
Let me live where worship’s near,
Where I can cry and smile and pray,
Not in a cage built out of fear—
But in the light of sacred day.
IBL (Inquiry-Based Learning) is a student-centered teaching method that encourages learners to ask questions, investigate answers, and build new understanding. The typical steps in the IBL process are as follows:
Orientation / Ask Questions
The teacher introduces a topic or problem to spark curiosity.
Students are encouraged to ask meaningful, open-ended questions.
Formulate Hypotheses / Define Problems
Students develop possible explanations or identify problems based on their questions.
They may predict outcomes or create guiding questions for investigation.
Investigate / Explore
Students collect data through research, experiments, observation, surveys, or other inquiry methods.
They analyze sources, test hypotheses, and gather evidence.
Interpret / Analyze Information
Students organize, interpret, and analyze the data collected.
They draw connections, make comparisons, and begin forming conclusions.
Conclude / Explain
Students synthesize findings into well-supported conclusions.
They may compare their initial predictions with actual outcomes.
Communicate Findings
Students present their findings through reports, presentations, discussions, or other formats.
They explain their inquiry process and conclusions to others.
Reflect and Evaluate
Students reflect on what they learned and how they learned it.
Teachers and peers provide feedback, and students evaluate the inquiry process.
The term "flight of fantasy" refers to an imaginative but unrealistic idea or story—something that is creative, dreamlike, or whimsical, but not grounded in reality.
Her novel is a flight of fantasy filled with magical creatures and impossible adventures.
Thinking he could finish the project in one day was a flight of fantasy.
Flight: Suggests taking off or escape.
Fantasy: Refers to imagination, often involving unreal or magical elements.
So together, “flight of fantasy” means a mental escape into imaginative and fantastical thoughts.
I am sorry I can’t speak Chinese,
My words are lost upon the breeze.
But in my silence, please believe,
There's kindness tucked in every sleeve.
I’ll wait right here, both calm and still,
While you work with your quiet skill.
No rush, no fear, no need to race—
Just take your time, I trust your grace.
These glasses—cracked but full of light—
Hold little worlds within my sight.
And though they’re blurred, my hope stays clear:
You’ll mend them soon, you’re almost near.
I’ll be patient, I won’t complain,
No heartache here, no hint of strain.
Nothing bad will bloom today—
Just gentle winds to guide our way.
I believe in hands that care,
In quiet rooms and softened air.
And when you're done, I’ll see it true:
The good I hoped has come from you.
A prayer only walks three ways:
It’s granted fast, like heaven’s embrace,
Or softly paused, held for the perfect day,
Or gently changed, for something far more great.
All is well, here we go —
My steps are firm, my heart aglow.
I wish to graduate fast — or right on time,
Or in three sweet years, still just fine.
Offered a job as a lecturer in Taiwan,
Or researcher, or some bright path beyond.
Become WNT, with a Taiwan ID,
A passport of dreams, a future set free.
A salary — Alhamdulillah — enough to explore,
To travel the world, to buy and restore.
A home of my own, a small field of rice,
A boarding house built, income nice.
A house in Bali, turned hotel or Airbnb,
A stream of passive joy, flowing endlessly.
And that one person — still loves me true,
Moves here, works here, builds life anew.
Or I meet an Arabian one day,
awesome, sexy, smart in every way.
Tall and rich, with a kind, full heart,
Loving me dearly, never to part.
Whatever the answer —
Be it granted, delayed, or sweetly revised,
I believe in the grace where destiny lies.
All is well — not just a rhyme,
But a prayer rising high…
To a future written in heaven’s own time.
I built a house of light and pride,
son Indo stands tall worldwide.
A stage of dreams, where men parade,
With strength and poise, their futures made.
They come with fire in hopeful eyes,
To chase the crown, to claim the skies.
I greet them not with gold or fame,
But whispered dreams and promised name.
I promise stars, and they believe,
With every smile that they achieve.
A job, a crown, a path so wide—
Fate dances on the winning side.
The beauty, power, youth they hold,
Each moment crafted, fierce and bold.
And in the night, beneath the stage,
The fire flickers past the age.
Do they adore the man they see?
Or just the gate to victory?
In games of charm and sweet intent,
Who leads the show, who pays the rent?
I dreamt of velvet rooms and neon skies,
Where charm and power entwine like vines.
He stands—tall, sculpted, brilliance in his gaze,
A king of beauty, love, and midnight praise.
He holds the keys to shadow and light,
Where silk meets fire in the heart of night.
His lips say "mine," his hands say "yours,"
And wealth like oceans crashes on our shores.
He loves me deep, without disguise,
Beneath chandeliers and starlit sighs.
And in his world, I rise, I reign—
A muse, a flame, unbound by shame.
Together we dance in realms unspoken,
Where rules are bent and vows unbroken.
They work with grace, with fierce delight,
In poses bold, in moonlit might.
Not just a job, but art and game—
Each name a spark, each act a flame.
They earn, they shine, they own the stage,
In every scene, they write the age.
And I, their queen behind the throne,
In silk and gold, I make it known:
This world is ours, no fear, no lie—
We live, we love, we amplify.
Marry the keeper of beauty’s bright flame,
The one they all whisper, yet none dare to name.
He’s handsome—like myths carved from fire and stone,
Sexy, commanding, yet sweet to the bone.
Big in his stride, tall like a tree,
Clever with words, yet gentle with me.
Kindness he wears like a finely stitched coat,
With riches that float on a silver-belled boat.
He loves me like stars love the dark of the night,
Like the moon chasing oceans in soft, sacred light.
And when vows are whispered and papers are signed,
The company’s mine—his legacy, mine.
Then I will dance through the halls of delight,
Mingling with boys 'neath chandeliers bright.
Each gaze a promise, each smile a spark,
And I’ll love them all… in the depths and the dark.
A queen in the court of silk and sin,
Where passion is power—and I always win.
If I can stay, it would be great—
To linger here, defying fate.
If you allow me, heart and hand,
It would be more than I had planned.
Magnificent, this quiet place,
A moment carved in time and grace.
But if I can’t, then I must go,
Return to where the tempests blow.
I’ll journey back to storm and strife,
To chaos wrapped in daily life.
I only ask—please, make me strong,
To face the world where I belong.
May You be near in every breath,
Through sleepless nights and shadows’ death.
May You walk with me, never far,
My guiding hope, my northern star.
And as I step through pain and flame,
Please guard my soul, please know my name.
May Your light shine when skies turn gray—
Be with me, Lord, and show the way.
A Whisper Beyond My Strength
(English version of the poem)
Forgive me, Lord, I couldn't hold my tongue,
My words escaped, my heart came undone.
I told someone — I needed to speak,
This burden was heavy, my soul felt weak.
It wasn’t rebellion, nor lack of trust,
But silence was turning my spirit to dust.
There’s pain too deep to carry alone,
And sometimes we seek a voice that’s known.
I know, it’s You I should’ve told,
All of my troubles, silent and bold.
For You are the Source, the Healer divine,
The answer to every cry of mine.
Yet I’m only human — broken and frail,
Longing for someone to hear my tale.
I needed to breathe, to lighten the weight,
Even if the healing must still wait.
It wasn’t betrayal, but a cry for peace,
To let the storm inside me cease.
But I see now, I ran the wrong way,
When I should’ve knelt down to You and prayed.
Forgive me, Lord, for looking around,
When Your presence was all that needed to be found.
You are the key to every locked door,
The comfort I crave, and so much more.
Guide me back to where I belong,
To the quiet place where prayers are strong.
For You alone can calm this sea,
And carry what’s too much for me.
Thank You, Lord, for Your endless grace,
For holding me still in Your holy embrace.
Though I stumble, You never let go —
Your love, the safest place I know.
It’s terrifying — it chills my spine,
Their shadows creep beyond the line.
They are frightening, not just in face,
But in words and lies that leave no trace.
O God, wherever my steps may roam,
Never leave me to walk alone.
I pray You always stay by me,
My only hope, my only plea.
May You forever guard my soul,
From those who play a twisted role —
With smiling masks and velvet tone,
But hearts of stone, cold to the bone.
O Lord, let justice rise and burn,
Give them the fate they’ve truly earned.
Let every scheme and hidden crime
Be judged by You, in perfect time.
Let them receive what they deserve,
No more, no less, by Your own verve.
May Heaven note each wound they gave,
And Earth recall what silence saves.
Protect me, Lord, from those who feign
Sweet words but bring unspoken pain.
In fear and faith, to You I cry —
You're the only truth in every lie.