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every day i come to school by foot
nakutamaani kwa sababu
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i was ten years old when i stopped going to school.
niliacha kwenda shule nikiwa na umri wa miaka 10.
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and when she was come to her house, she found the devil gone out, and her daughter laid upon the bed.
basi, akaenda nyumbani kwake, akamkuta mtoto amelala kitandani, na pepo amekwisha mtoka.
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and it came to pass, that, when i was come again to jerusalem, even while i prayed in the temple, i was in a trance;
"basi, nilirudi yerusalemu, na nilipokuwa nikisali hekaluni, niliona maono.
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by faith moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of pharaoh's daughter;
kwa imani mose alipokuwa mtu mzima, alikataa kuitwa mwana wa binti farao.
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and when saul was come to jerusalem, he assayed to join himself to the disciples: but they were all afraid of him, and believed not that he was a disciple.
saulo alipofika yerusalemu alijaribu kujiunga na wale wanafunzi. lakini wote walimwogopa, na hawakuweza kuamini kwamba yeye amekuwa mfuasi.
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when i was a student i did a report on madagascar, and ever since then it was my biggest dream to go there the (malagasy) people live and get by every day walking in the roads, living this super simple life, and they're still happy.
nilipokuwa mwanafunzi niliripoti kuhusu madagaska, na tangu wakati huo imekuwa ni ndoto yangu kubwa kwenda kule watu (malagasi) wanaishi na kutembea kila siku kwenye barabara, wakiishi maisha ya kawaida, na bado wanafuraha.
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say, “i was prohibited from worshiping those you invoke besides god, now that clear revelations have come to me from my lord; and i was commanded to submit to the lord of the worlds.”
sema: mimi nimekatazwa kuwaabudu hao mnao waomba badala ya mwenyezi mungu, zilipo nijia hoja zilizo dhaahiri kutokana na mola wangu mlezi. na nimeamrishwa nisilimu kwa mola wa walimwengu wote.
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and when he was come to the other side into the country of the gergesenes, there met him two possessed with devils, coming out of the tombs, exceeding fierce, so that no man might pass by that way.
yesu alifika katika nchi ya wagerasi, ng'ambo ya ziwa, na huko watu wawili waliopagawa na pepo wakakutana naye wakitokea makaburini. watu hawa walikuwa wenye kutisha mno, hata hakuna mtu aliyethubutu kupita katika njia hiyo.
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and when peter was come to himself, he said, now i know of a surety, that the lord hath sent his angel, and hath delivered me out of the hand of herod, and from all the expectation of the people of the jews.
hapo ndipo petro alipotambua yaliyotukia, akasema, "sasa najua kwa hakika kwamba bwana amemtuma malaika wake akaniokoa kutoka katika mkono wa herode na kutoka katika mambo yale yote watu wa israeli waliyotazamia."
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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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