In my entire life there are some experiences of losses that some of them happened to me and some happened to people who were close to me and it was possible to see their responses, and the time that I spent with them during their suffering from losses was enough to realize their situation and recognize its details. It is interesting to compare the losses with each other as a way to assess my learning of loss experiences. At first I like to state my father’s responses toward his two different kind of losing. First one was his mother’s death. It happened by a car accident, so it was unexpected and sudden and was enough to shock him.
At first days he was quiet and sometimes weeping silently, but one thing that in that time for me was interesting and I never forget, was visiting his mother’s grave every night or early morning when it was dark I do not remember exactly how long, but it did not last long. Then after Perhaps three or four weeks it became every Thursdays and probably continues up to now. In our religion Thursday afternoon is a holy time and people believe that this time is the best to pray for spirits’ absolution. Another experience of my father’s losses that I like to mention is from wartime. War between our country and Iraq. During that time town almost was empty because it had been attacked by air force, and continued.
One time as a result of the bombing my father’s house was destroyed, when we became aware every body rushed to the town and home, what we saw was an unforgettable scene, all doors, windows and walls were ruined and scattered and massed inside the house. Some furniture plus all rugs were safe, but my father touched nothing; he leaned to a wall and was gazing in space. After a short time he said, “leave all these stuff here. I do not need anything, leave them for people.” and turned back to the village. First days he was angry, sometimes he was silent and sometimes yelling at every body and for everything, but the main target of his rush and his offenses was the government.
The Essay on Past experience to people
Experience, which is the best teacher in our life to leading our behaviors and changing our mind. Culture, which is also the root for individuals values.Both of them give us lots of influence and changing our life all the times.It is hard to say which changes us the most on such a controversial question.Just like experiences lead us what to think and cultures provide us how we think. They are ...
He was swearing to governors and the leader all the time. Then he turned to sadness, but it did not last long and during an interval of war he rebuilt his house. My mother is different. During that time she was sad and quiet; she was giving thanks to God that nobody was at home in the time of bombardment. I remember when her sister passed away of cancer, she liked loneliness, she preferred to be alone and cry with her sadness song, but when she lost her nineteen years old nephew she was different.
Her nephew was killed in war and she believed that it was a right way to give life, she believed he was martyred. In that time my brother was hospitalized as a war wounded and unconscious, these events made her sad, but she was calm because she believed that it was not wasting the life. In coping with grief and lost I am not very different when I am angry I like to shout and tell yell and scream loudly, if the people who are my addresses are quiet it can help me to become calm gradually otherwise it make me mad. If my anger is severe and I am not able to take it out directly, I will seek help from imagination, and discharge the energy of anger through fantastic act. One morning in age eleven or twelve I found a baby cat. She was very small and still needed her mother.
it made me very sad and angry with person who put the baby cat out and made her away from her mother. I took the baby cat home and took after her for a period. I do not remember how long but it was enough to be attached to her. One morning when I woke up I found the baby cat dead. It made me unexplainably sad and angry. I was sad for baby cat and I was angry with the person whom I believed was the murderer.
The Essay on Lola Mae Mother Time School
Our family began in a small town on the outskirts of Wharton, TX. This was the kind of town that was known as a rural area. The majority of the African American families that lived in this town were very poor and blue collard. Many of the families were large with more than five children in the household, which added to the family's daily struggle. It wasn't always easy to put food on the table, so ...
I was mad because I was not able to find him or her to tell them: do you like somebody taking your baby away from you? Why you did such a work? In that age it was very difficult for me to endure that condition. I was unable to do anything except acting harsh and speaking bitterly to an imaginary person who was guilty. I wrote a letter to him about two pages in a harsh and sadness language and told him everything I thought he or she deserved. Then it was my job for a few days to go somewhere alone and read the letter over and over and changed it several times. Later I became aware that my mother also had read the letter and enjoyed it because emotionally she also was like me, angry and sad.
Another major loss in my life is my grandmother’s death, when it happened I was ten years old. I never forget that summer afternoon that my mother asked me to go out and buy some kind of meat that was needed for cooking dinner. I disobeyed her command, and refused her asking, so my grand mother accepted to do my duty. Soon after some of our neighbors reported to us that they took my grandmother to hospital because of her injury of a car accident, it was very dreadful to me to hear that. There was no word or sentence that could describe my situation.
After a few days she died, and her death was a disaster to me. It disturbed all my being. I hated myself, I felt that I was a murderer, as a person who killed daddy’s mother, my sisters’ and brother’s grand mother and most important who was guilty in my grand mother’s death. It made me deeply sad. In that time I was looking for something or some one to punish me and make me free of my feeling of guilt or tell me that it was not my fault.
In coping with losses I have different manner and different ways for responses to them, when I am angry I like to be with people and show my anger, but by the feeling of guilt, embarrassment, and slight sorrow, I like to be alone at home. My wife is the only person whom I like to speak to her in such situations. For understanding about my reaction toward losses and grief through my wife’s viewpoint I asked her, how did you understand me and how did you see my responses with losing my job. She said: “in that time you were sad and quiet, it also was clear that you were angry. You did not like to speak except about future.
The Essay on International Mother Language Day
UNESCO’s declaration of 21st February as the International Mother Language Day has brought fresh glory and prestige to Bangladesh which is making significant strides towards peace, progress and prosperity at home and discharging international obligations abroad. After 1952, the people of Bangladesh have been observing every year the 21st day of February as their glorious and unforgettable ...
I felt you were worried. You preferred to be at home alone and busy with books. You changed to almost normal after about one or two months, but you talked about your lost job and its goodness and its beauties over and over and repeated one subject for many times.” In the situation of sadness reading mystical poetry, hearing sad sound and sad music, and writing letters to some friends in other cities are the ways that can be effective and helpful to me, but with intensive sorrow I do not like to be alone, in such conditions loneliness has lots of pressure on me. I like to be with friends and relatives all the time, particularly at night. Loss is real and human life is full of losses.
Losing happens from first days to last day of life. From wearing to leaving home for first day of school to puberty, getting married, pregnancy, giving birth and first child, job, retirement, losing friends or spouse, and getting old with its weakness and sickness and many others. All these losses will happen, if we do not understand them, it can be harmful, mentally and physically, if we are able to realize the reality of them and know the logical ways and the best manner of coping with each of them, it will prevent the consecutive problems and will be useful for health and safety. We know losses are different and coping with them depends on each kind of loss and depends on person who is suffering from a loss. Suffering from grief, anger, feeling of guilt and embarrassment are different, and also in young to old, man to woman and person to person totally are various and different, therefore we have to realize the losses and know the manner of coping with each of them. We know losses generate a powerful energy that is effective and harmful for health, mentally and physically.
So it is necessary to pull it out through some ways such as crying, writing, hearing some music, yelling and even slamming and foot stomping and finally through the most useful and powerful way, speaking. In this manner it requires a listener to listen, their speech compassionately and with understanding their conditions and accept their situation without evaluation and judgement about their reactions and responses toward their losses, because in that time they just need a good listener. For this purpose support groups are the best model and example.
The Essay on Boyhood Days Life Time Memories
The poem "Fern Hill" by Dylan Thomas explores childhood memories and the melancholy reality of lost youth. "Fern Hill" compels the reader to come back over and over again to seek more insight into the joy and pleasure of a time of innocence lost. The figurative speech causes the reader to seek the elusive youth and boyhood days of the character and encourages the reader to mourn and celebrate with ...
