TO My Teachers on Teachers Day…life is an undying school of learning (from Cradle to Grave )

Syedna (Caliph 4)Ali RA said “One who taught me a single word, made me his slave” “Better than a thousand days of diligent study is one day with a great teacher”… TO The Teacher of Life and Human Thought….An unknown teacher from a school without walls; Maya Angelou..i offer my Tribute To MY Teachers on Teachers Day;.Be it our Father,Mother, Teacher at school,the person who taught you faith practices(Quran & Prayers); our Games guide -sports teacher-etc; We owe a lot to you. ”l Know why the caged bird sings”; …”Still I rise..”..etc famous writings by Maya Angelou,on this day- reminds me of her outlook on life & Human thought. People know her as a poet, but in her heart she was an educator. “When you learn, teach. When you get, give” is one of my favorite of her lessons Maya Angelou liked to say that,” …I’ve learned that people will forget what you said or did in your life, but they will never forget how you made them feel.” Hers was a remarkable life, linking worlds of civil rights, poetry, and acting, while teaching the world that diversity makes the world beautiful and interesting. “My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.” . “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” “Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.” “My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.: “If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.You may write me down in history.” “With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.” Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. Maya Angelou liked to say that people will forget what you said or did in your life, but they will never forget how you made them feel. Hers was a remarkable life, linking worlds of civil rights, poetry, and acting, while teaching the world that diversity makes the world beautiful and interesting. People know her as a poet, but in her heart she was an educator. “When you learn, teach. When you get, give” is one of my favorite of her lessons.” “My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.” #MayaAngelou There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible. My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style. If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.