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and straightway he constrained his disciples to get into the ship, and to go to the other side before unto bethsaida, while he sent away the people.
mara yesu akawaamuru wanafunzi wake wapande mashua, wamtangulie kwenda bethsaida, ng'ambo ya ziwa, wakati yeye anauaga umati wa watu.
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so we seized him and his hosts, and we cast them into the sea, and he blameworthy.
basi tukamkamata yeye na majeshi yake na tukawatupa baharini, na yeye ndiye wa kulaumiwa.
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for aid to really work, one needs to get into the fine-grain pockets of pain and the ignored because each case is unique.
ili misaada ifanye kazi kweli, basi iende kupunguza 'maumivu binafsi ya mfukoni' kwa sababu kila mtu ana shida tofauti.
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eventually we seized him and his hosts and we flung them into the sea.
basi tukamshika yeye na majeshi yake, na tukawatupa baharini.
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and we subdued many devils who dived (into the sea) for him and carried out other jobs besides that.
na pia mashet'ani wanao mpigia mbizi na kufanya kazi nyenginezo.
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i initially thought he wanted to do a carjacking, or was he just trying to make me uncomfortable by getting into the car?
mwanzoni nilifikiri anataka kuteka gari, au alitaka kunifanya nijisikie wasiwasi kwa kuingia kwenye gari?
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'and we pried into the secrets of heaven; but we found it filled with stern guards and flaming fires.
nasi tulizigusa mbingu, na tukaziona zimejaa walinzi wenye nguvu na vimondo.
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i had some ground to believe that my family would not suffer a drastic change in the standard of living but we did have to sell the car and now i ride a bicycle.
nilikuwa na sababu ya kufikiri kwamba familia yangu isingekumbana na mabadiliko makubwa ya mtindo wa maisha lakini tuliuza gari na sasa naendesha baiskeli.
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the bails have been paid and we have completed the formalities with the public prosecution and the police station and ahmed abdelrahman has left the police car and has been in the police station for a long period of time.
dhamana imelipwa na tumemaliza urasimu wote na mwendesha mashitaka wa serikali na kituo cha pilisi na ahmed abdelrahman ameshuka kwenye gari la polisi na amekuwa kwenye kituo cha polisi kwa muda mrefu.
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and from among their fathers and their descendants and their brethren, and we chose them and guided them into the right way.
na kutokana na baba zao, na vizazi vyao na ndugu zao. na tukawateuwa na tukawaongoa kwenye njia iliyo nyooka.
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a few minutes later a corner kick swung in by ramadhan singano was headed powerfully into the net by the ugandan centre-back joseph owino and all of a sudden it was 3-2, and we had a game on our hands.
dakika chache baadae,kona iliyochongwa na ramadhan singano iliunganishwa kwa nguvu na beki wa kati wa uganda joseph owino na ghafla ikawa 3-2, sasa mpira ukawa kwenye mikono yetu.
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and look at thy god to which thou hast been assidauous; we shall surely burn it, and we shall scatter it into the sea a wide scattering.
na hakika una ahadi kwako isiyo vunjwa. na mtazame huyo mungu wako uliye endelea kumuabudu - sisi kwa hakika tutamchoma moto, kisha tutamtawanya baharini atawanyike.
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when i resisted getting on to the vehicle one of the men twisted my wrist; at that moment i just recognized my fight not to be arrested is a futile one but i get on to the car defiantly then squeezed into the back seat in the middle of two men.
nilipokataa kuingia garini, mmoja wa watu wale alinikunja kiganja cha mkono; na ndipo nilipogundua kuwa kujaribu kukwepa kukamatwa kusingekuwa na manufaa, hata hivyo walitumia nguvu kunifanya niingie kwenye gari na kisha katika siti ya nyuma, wanaume wawili walikaa kulia na kushoto kwangu.
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and we revealed to musa's mothers, saying: give him suck, then when you fear for him, cast him into the river and do not fear nor grieve; surely we will bring him back to you and make him one of the apostles.
na utakapo mkhofia basi mtie mtoni, na usikhofu wala usihuzunike. hakika sisi tutamrudisha kwako na tutamfanya miongoni mwa mitume.
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and the spirit bade me go with them, nothing doubting. moreover these six brethren accompanied me, and we entered into the man's house:
roho aliniambia niende pamoja nao bila kusita. hawa ndugu sita waliandamana nami pia kwenda kaisarea na huko tuliingia nyumbani mwa kornelio.
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and we inspired the mother of moosa that, “suckle him; then when you fear for him, cast him into the river and do not fear nor grieve; we shall indeed return him back to you and make him one of the noble messengers.”
na utakapo mkhofia basi mtie mtoni, na usikhofu wala usihuzunike. hakika sisi tutamrudisha kwako na tutamfanya miongoni mwa mitume.
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child loss is a loss like no other. one often misunderstood by many. if you love a bereaved parent or know someone who does, remember that even his or her “good” days are harder than you could ever imagine. compassion and love, not advice, are needed. if you’d like an inside look into why the loss of a child is a grief that lasts a lifetime, here is what i’ve learned in my seven years of trekking through the unimaginable. 1). love never dies. there will never come a day, hour, minute or second i stop loving or thinking about my son. just as parents of living children unconditionally love their children always and forever, so do bereaved parents. i want to say and hear his name just the same as non-bereaved parents do. i want to speak about my deceased children as normally and naturally as you speak of your living ones. i love my child just as much as you love yours– the only difference is mine lives in heaven and talking about about him is unfortunately quite taboo in our culture. i hope to change that. our culture isn’t so great about hearing about children gone too soon, but that doesn’t stop me from saying my son’s name and sharing his love and light everywhere i go. just because it might make you uncomfortable, doesn’t make him matter any less. my son’s life was cut irreversibly short, but his love lives on forever. and ever. 2). bereaved parents share an unspeakable bond. in my seven years navigating the world as a bereaved parent, i am continually struck by the power of the bond between bereaved parents. strangers become kindreds in mere seconds– a look, a glance, a knowing of the heart connects us, even if we’ve never met before. no matter our circumstances, who we are, or how different we are, there is no greater bond than the connection between parents who understand the agony of enduring the death of a child. it’s a pain we suffer for a lifetime, and unfortunately only those who have walked the path of child loss understand the depth and breadth of both the pain and the love we carry. 3). i will grieve for a lifetime. period. the end. there is no “moving on,” or “getting over it.” there is no bow, no fix, no solution to my heartache. there is no end to the ways i will grieve and for how long i will grieve. there is no glue for my broken heart, no exilir for my pain, no going back in time. for as long as i breathe, i will grieve and ache and love my son with all my heart and soul. there will never come a time where i won’t think about who my son would be, what he would look like, and how he would be woven perfectly into the tapestry of my family. i wish people could understand that grief lasts forever because love lasts forever; that the loss of a child is not one finite event, it is a continuous loss that unfolds minute by minute over the course of a lifetime. every missed birthday, holiday, milestone– should-be back-to-school school years and graduations; weddings that will never be; grandchildren that should have been but will never be born– an entire generation of people are irrevocably altered forever. this is why grief lasts forever. the ripple effect lasts forever. the bleeding never stops. 4). it’s a club i can never leave, but is filled with the most shining souls i’ve ever known. this crappy club called child loss is a club i never wanted to join, and one i can never leave, yet is filled with some of the best people i’ve ever known. and yet we all wish we could jump ship– that we could have met another way– any other way but this. alas, these shining souls are the most beautiful, compassionate, grounded, loving, movers, shakers and healers i have ever had the honor of knowing. they are life-changers, game-changers, relentless survivors and thrivers. warrior moms and dads who redefine the word brave. every day loss parents move mountains in honor of their children gone too soon. they start movements, change laws, spearhead crusades of tireless activism. why? in the hope that even just one parent could be spared from joining the club. if you’ve ever wondered who some of the greatest world changers are, hang out with a few bereaved parents and watch how they live, see what they do in a day, a week, a lifetime. watch how they alchemize their grief into a force to be reckoned with, watch how they turn tragedy into transformation, loss into legacy. love is the most powerful force on earth, and the love between a bereaved parent and his/her child is a lifeforce to behold. get to know a bereaved parent. you’ll be thankful you did. 5). the empty chair/room/space never becomes less empty. empty chair, empty room, empty space in every family picture. empty, vacant, forever gone for this lifetime. empty spaces that should be full, everywhere we go. there is and will always be a missing space in our lives, our families, a forever-hole-in-our-hearts. time does not make the space less empty. neither do platitudes, clichés or well-wishes for us to “move on,” or “stop dwelling,” from well intentioned friends or family. nothing does. no matter how you look at it, empty is still empty. missing is still missing. gone is still gone. the problem is nothing can fill it. minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, month after month, year after heartbreaking year the empty space remains. the empty space of our missing child(ren) lasts a lifetime. and so we rightfully miss them forever. help us by holding the space of that truth for us. 6). no matter how long it’s been, holidays never become easier without my son. never, ever. have you ever wondered why every holiday season is like torture for a bereaved parent? even if it’s been 5, 10, or 25 years later? it’s because they really, truly are. imagine if you had to live every holiday without one or more of your precious children. imagine how that might feel for you. it would be easier to lose an arm, a leg or two– anything— than to live without your flesh and blood, without the beat of your heart. almost anything would be easier than living without one of more of your precious children. that is why holidays are always and forever hard for bereaved parents. don’t wonder why or even try to understand. know you don’t have to understand in order to be a supportive presence. consider supporting and loving some bereaved parents this holiday season. it will be the best gift you could ever give them. 7). because i know deep sorrow, i also know unspeakable joy. though i will grieve the death of my son forever and then some, it does not mean my life is lacking happiness and joy. quite the contrary, in fact, though it took awhile to get there. it is not either/or, it’s both/and. my life is more rich now. i live from a deeper place. i love deeper still. because i grieve i also know a joy like no other. the joy i experience now is far deeper and more intense than the joy i experienced before my loss. such is the alchemy of grief. because i’ve clawed my way from the depth of unimaginable pain, suffering and sorrow, again and again– when the joy comes, however and whenever it does– it is a joy that reverberates through every pore of my skin and every bone in my body. i feel all of it, deeply: the love, the grief, the joy, the pain. i embrace and thank every morsel of it. my life now is more rich and vibrant and full, not despite my loss, but because of it. in grief there are gifts, sometimes many. these gifts don’t in any way make it all “worth” it, but i am grateful beyond words for each and every gift that comes my way. i bow my head to each one and say thank you, thank you, thank you. because there is nothing– and i mean absolutely nothing– i take for granted. living life in this way gives me greater joy than i’ve ever known possible. i have my son to thank for that. being his mom is the best gift i’ve ever been given. even death can’t take that away
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