Write a letter to my mother land in English or desh ke naam mera khat in hindi....
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IN ENGLISH ,
My Dear Motherland,
Today I have mixed feelings, I am feeling good that I am trying to have word with you but same time it’s killing me inside thinking why it took so long.
I could have spoken with you at any time, but I ignored it. I kept myself busy in school, tuitions, video games, burgers, and whatnot. I easily find time to watch a Disney movie, the same way I could have found time to talk to you. I am sorry. I know you have heart of gold, you will forgive your child and write me back.
I will not crib about others today, who did what and who hasn’t. I want to tell you what I am going to do for you. In fact, I am too little to do anything for you, you are almighty, what I can do for you. Still, there are little things I can do to respect you and to value your gifts.
You gifted us food, shelter, freedom, and identity. But as we are not paying for it or fought for it, we have ignored you, we have taken you for granted. But I am going to correct my mistakes now.
From today I will not litter on roads, I will not use plastic. People and in some sense, I am responsible for all filth we throw at you. You gifted us lush green lands, food, and meadows with rainbows on top but we littered it with filth. We poisoned our food for profits, now onwards I will only eat organic food. We bored holes in your chest to squeeze out water and we wasted it in swimming pools. We scratched you to mine gold and diamonds to satisfy our egos. You gave us open fields to play but we locked ourselves in front of a console. There is natural beauty everywhere but our eyes stuck on phone screens.
You nourished us from birth and we dream to settle on a foreign land one day. We blame others for not doing their things. We keep pointing fingers at others, but we ourselves repeat same mistakes. Your great sons and daughters martyred for your freedom and we keep fighting for petty things.
Maybe we are like this because you are a mother, you loved us like own child. We took your love for granted. You gave us everything free of cost and we wasted it. You are powerful like almighty God, you can get it all straight in no time. You have all weapons and tricks to get it done, but you have a heart of a mother, you will never harm your children.
It is up to us to understand, it is the time to wake up. We have already made a blunder, nevertheless, it is never too late to start. I promise you today, I will love you like my mother and I will prove it you that I am your good son/daughter.
Oh, mother; I love you from bottom of my heart. Please forgive me, please forgive us all for being so naive and ignorant. I will do all that in my capacity to make it all good.
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Son / Daughter
Make Me Brainliest And Please Follow Me
My Dear Motherland,
Today I have mixed feelings, I am feeling good that I am trying to have word with you but same time it’s killing me inside thinking why it took so long.
I could have spoken with you at any time, but I ignored it. I kept myself busy in school, tuitions, video games, burgers, and whatnot. I easily find time to watch a Disney movie, the same way I could have found time to talk to you. I am sorry. I know you have heart of gold, you will forgive your child and write me back.
I will not crib about others today, who did what and who hasn’t. I want to tell you what I am going to do for you. In fact, I am too little to do anything for you, you are almighty, what I can do for you. Still, there are little things I can do to respect you and to value your gifts.
You gifted us food, shelter, freedom, and identity. But as we are not paying for it or fought for it, we have ignored you, we have taken you for granted. But I am going to correct my mistakes now.
From today I will not litter on roads, I will not use plastic. People and in some sense, I am responsible for all filth we throw at you. You gifted us lush green lands, food, and meadows with rainbows on top but we littered it with filth. We poisoned our food for profits, now onwards I will only eat organic food. We bored holes in your chest to squeeze out water and we wasted it in swimming pools. We scratched you to mine gold and diamonds to satisfy our egos. You gave us open fields to play but we locked ourselves in front of a console. There is natural beauty everywhere but our eyes stuck on phone screens.
You nourished us from birth and we dream to settle on a foreign land one day. We blame others for not doing their things. We keep pointing fingers at others, but we ourselves repeat same mistakes. Your great sons and daughters martyred for your freedom and we keep fighting for petty things.
Maybe we are like this because you are a mother, you loved us like own child. We took your love for granted. You gave us everything free of cost and we wasted it. You are powerful like almighty God, you can get it all straight in no time. You have all weapons and tricks to get it done, but you have a heart of a mother, you will never harm your children.
It is up to us to understand, it is the time to wake up. We have already made a blunder, nevertheless, it is never too late to start. I promise you today, I will love you like my mother and I will prove it you that I am your good son/daughter.
Oh, mother; I love you from bottom of my heart. Please forgive me, please forgive us all for being so naive and ignorant. I will do all that in my capacity to make it all good.
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Son / Daughter
Make Me Brainliest And Please Follow Me
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To my mother land,
my caretaker,
my home,
After centuries of pacification under Spanish, American, and Japanese rulers, the Philippines of 2018 has been described by many authors and writers with generally the same melancholic expressions aimed at the state of our culture. We dedicate our time to honoring the memory of the rich cultures of our past, but many of us stop there. We talk about the death of the Filipino identity, but many of us don’t consider that perhaps it’s just undergoing an evolution; like a caterpillar entering its chrysalis.
Since the Pre-Colonial Spanish era in the Philippines, we have had a diverse and unique culture which, although saw its roots from many sources, became distinctly Filipino. The most famous example is Baybayin. The ancient Filipino script sees its roots from Brahmic Indian writing systems and scripts, specifically the Javanese Aksara Kawi system. Many words in the Tagalog dialect also derive from Sanskrit — words such as Bansa (from Vamsa), Diwata (from Devata), and Salita (from Carita) are among the many examples. And although these aspects of our culture came from other places, the way we integrated them into our own is as complimentary additions, and not as replacements.
Another example of the evolving Filipino identity came in one of the most identifiably Pinoy activities: the celebration of different festivals. The Sinulog-Santo Niño Festival in Cebu is one of the most famous celebrations in the country, which honors the Santo Niño de Cebu, the image of the Child Jesus. This symbol, which has become one shared by Roman Catholics all over the country, was introduced to us by the Spanish in 1521 as a gift from Ferdinand Magellan to Rajah Humabon, who was later baptized and named Don Carlos, arguably the first Catholic Filipino. Although our faith and the thing we celebrate did not originate within our borders, we have made them something different, something unique — and our own.
Now, this isn’t to say that colonial mentality isn’t a pressing issue, it is a serious problem. But the problem is that we are forgetting our roots, not that the Filipino identity as a whole is dying. We have forgotten the things you’ve taught us. We should be proud of who we are and to be a part of you, but we should also remember that part of our identity has always been to be open to other cultures, and to integrate them into ours, while at the same time making those aspects inherently Filipino. And that is why I love this country so much — you have always taught us to be people of open arms, who embrace and accept different cultures and make them part of our family, of our own culture.
Your always loving and ever loyal child,
Angelo Cantimbuhan
Plzzz Follow Me.✔✔✔✔
my caretaker,
my home,
After centuries of pacification under Spanish, American, and Japanese rulers, the Philippines of 2018 has been described by many authors and writers with generally the same melancholic expressions aimed at the state of our culture. We dedicate our time to honoring the memory of the rich cultures of our past, but many of us stop there. We talk about the death of the Filipino identity, but many of us don’t consider that perhaps it’s just undergoing an evolution; like a caterpillar entering its chrysalis.
Since the Pre-Colonial Spanish era in the Philippines, we have had a diverse and unique culture which, although saw its roots from many sources, became distinctly Filipino. The most famous example is Baybayin. The ancient Filipino script sees its roots from Brahmic Indian writing systems and scripts, specifically the Javanese Aksara Kawi system. Many words in the Tagalog dialect also derive from Sanskrit — words such as Bansa (from Vamsa), Diwata (from Devata), and Salita (from Carita) are among the many examples. And although these aspects of our culture came from other places, the way we integrated them into our own is as complimentary additions, and not as replacements.
Another example of the evolving Filipino identity came in one of the most identifiably Pinoy activities: the celebration of different festivals. The Sinulog-Santo Niño Festival in Cebu is one of the most famous celebrations in the country, which honors the Santo Niño de Cebu, the image of the Child Jesus. This symbol, which has become one shared by Roman Catholics all over the country, was introduced to us by the Spanish in 1521 as a gift from Ferdinand Magellan to Rajah Humabon, who was later baptized and named Don Carlos, arguably the first Catholic Filipino. Although our faith and the thing we celebrate did not originate within our borders, we have made them something different, something unique — and our own.
Now, this isn’t to say that colonial mentality isn’t a pressing issue, it is a serious problem. But the problem is that we are forgetting our roots, not that the Filipino identity as a whole is dying. We have forgotten the things you’ve taught us. We should be proud of who we are and to be a part of you, but we should also remember that part of our identity has always been to be open to other cultures, and to integrate them into ours, while at the same time making those aspects inherently Filipino. And that is why I love this country so much — you have always taught us to be people of open arms, who embrace and accept different cultures and make them part of our family, of our own culture.
Your always loving and ever loyal child,
Angelo Cantimbuhan
Plzzz Follow Me.✔✔✔✔
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