A Visit to our Hearts

“If you light a lamp for somebody, it will also brighten your path” – Buddhist Quote

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Armed with CV’s and clipped Ads in see-through folder, they defy the humid of summer for a bus ride that save their few dirhams. Their foremost agenda for the day? - to hop from one Shop and HR Offices to another. While their portfolio were left behind in such premises, optimism are kept that very soon they’ll be called back. When their moistened bodies could no longer undo the blistering weather from “walking-in”, their weary feet drives them to an A/C filled Malls - a transitory haven where they can lighten up and intermingle with fellow career-seekers. But being there in today’s “paradise of men” pressured their senses to crave more for a work that would reward them with a pay so to get a hold of what they saw; or to become a bit-like those seemingly sky’s the limit shoppers.

Scores of them got here days back, others for entire season now. There are amateur and expert based on one’s know-how of people, firms and places to see. Neither look forward to an immediate sponsorship since time and money count the most in a pricey City like Dubai. No doubt you perceived who am I referring to. - our Kababayans who try and (re)try discovering gold or stream at least in the fiercing desert. Humans often dubbed as “Visit-Visa”. Whilst their likes rains nowadays, desperation reigns too in the faces of many whose appointment wishes remain blurred as the sundown. Some got fed-up waiting for the Genie to pop-out of their dry lamp left... but left with wretched spirit. “Akala ko maganda rito, “Eexit na naman ako, di ko na alam kung san kukunin ang pang-renew”, “wala pa rin akong makuhang trabaho!” Common woes. (narrative of all sorts more gripping than any Pinoy soap opera); anxious voices knocking to our already pre-occupied but still compassionate hearts (yes?), in the offing for a little space; A grave call to renew our gift of empathy and charity. Regardless of my personal boundary, I ponder on how I could reach out to them in parallel to what handfuls of Good Samaritan did for me when I needed help the most. It doesn’t have to cost me arms and legs. If my hands aren’t free, then here’s my ears, heart and practically some little wisdom to share:

• On-line Application: get registered on many job site prior to one’s visit • Resume’ Revision : consult Professional for free editing • Socialize: it does create channels • Follow-up: enthusiasm and interest works for good • Prayer: should not be underestimated.

I believe someone out there can do something or could share more than just patting a despondent shoulder and say “Hey, don’t give up, your time will come”..! Walking an extra mile in this regard is: truly noble if imparted wholeheartedly.

"HOPE spring eternal to those who enter here" .... Let us not despise them that life-winning quote in pursuit of their (for-family) dreams ...for hope might be at this point the only thing he or she has to make it real. Along the tough way, joyfulness would abound among us who helps, as one day, we behold them found their own shelter under the sun. Privileged that our hearts were once visited… & in our humble way served.

Living w/ Bees, Cicadas & Frogs

"I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers”. - Kahlil Gibran

Been 2 weeks now since my family here in UAE left for month/s holiday to Manila. And for days of missing them, my usual catnap however, is now a real man’s sleep. No screaming babies, yelling momi, hurried for diaper & milk granny, hammering doors & high-pitched utensils affect by my brod in-law’s midnite meal ritual - all like BEEs buzzing habitually to my false slumber through ungodly hours.

But I was’nt liberated yet from complete clamor as I shared still our managed Sharjah Flat with 3 others. My kudos went to Tita Roxie for mastering the art of catwalking. My sis’ hubby’s version during pre-a.m. are a merry couple next door whose morning egg-frying & onion-choppings are like CICADAs heralding the advent of rain - daily resonance pressing the owl in me to become an early bird.

My times with the male FROGs (my foreign speaking office-fellow), I should say,the most alarming - For a grueling year, my ears have been wrestling and bleeding from their colossal tones and bizarre accent as they eternally chat and laugh-out-loud their mostly private and ethnic issues. The same is harmonized by passive smoke their active mouths are panting out in-to my equally poor lungs.

Having been with these mortals and its species echoe distress as it interfere effectively to my much-sought rest and focus. Parallel to pain, untimely noise is what I truly despise: deep snoring, clock ticking, toilet flushing, faucet’s droplet, rooster’s daybreak call,..and all of its tribes. But then again, those were part and parcel of life. And while it constantly wreak-havoc on me, I’ll struggle further in learning to perceive my inner silence & peace in the midst of this chaos, so I could at least appreciate its beauty.

And If I can’t really beat them?.. I’ll surely join them in the Party! ..(PEACE:) !