Monday, May 27, 2013

Love is Timeless


Charles Dickens once said:

"Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart."

           
            Every workday for 29 years, Carleen Hamilton wrote a love poem on a napkin and packed it in her husband's, George Hamilton, lunch. And surprisingly, her husband returned the kindness every morning when he wrote to her a love poem and taped it to the mirror in the master bathroom.

            George Hamilton died at the the age of 87 in July 2012 while Carleen suffers from advanced Alzheimer's, moved into assisted living in September 2012.

           Well, I find what they did so amazing, not only they doing it every day but the passion and effort makes me believe that the fire that they had in their honeymoon, they kept it alive.

           In their poetry, she was the moon, and he was the sun. And so many expressions of their love focused on space and sky. She wrote mostly on white napkins but occasionally on a green, yellow or pink while his canvas alternated between lined paper and stationery.

           The last years of her husband life were though. He took care of Carleen who would think he was a stranger as a result of Alzheimer. It was sad and he was frustrated. George had congestive heart failure and died at home of a heart attack.
  
            At the end of the day, as Carleen memories faded, the only thing left between them is countless collection of love poem dedicated to each other.

            Perhaps a groovy kind of love is simply, timeless. At least for Carleen, George and me.
 


P/S

To you whom I have met, for the past 3 years, I had dedicated and wrote 386 love notes for you. Maybe, I don't want you to be just another person in my wonderful journey of life, for me, you were, you are and you always will be, my life.  

I love my life because it is full of magical moment, especially when I saw old couple holding each other hand together. And that's what I hope we can be in future one day.

Sabrina, you are the life that I want. All the love letters here still can't describe how grateful I am to have someone like you in my life. But I will never let you go. That's how much I love you.

Live in my heart and pay no rent forever my hummingbird.

Yours,

The Half Moon Serenades.
27th of May 2013.

 



 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Of Labor, Love & Sweatshop



Fyodor Dostoevsky once said:

"
To love someone means to see him as God intended him."

          For me, expensive items Nike or Adidas clothing from sweatshops has been a global issue this year especially in country like Bangladesh's, where garment industry is the main source of income for its citizens.

          Robina, an 18-year-old teenage girl, has been a factory worker at Western Dresses for about two years and earns 900 Takas, or RM 40.00, a month for making 150 pieces of back pocket flaps for Nike tracksuit, an hour. Her normal working day included sitting on a little wooden stool for 16 hours, inhaling the dust off the factory floor and being surrounded by the heat of the overcrowded factory.

"If you made any mistakes or fell behind on your goal, they beat you."
"They slapped you and lashed you hard on the face with the pants."

          Maksuda, a 19-year-old and a single mother, has been a factory worker since she was 11. She became pregnant with her daughter at age 17 and found herself unable to keep up with the rapid production of goods. Her manager noticed her slow down and said that he didn't want to hear her excuses about being pregnant. She worked until she was eight and a half months pregnant and tried to ask for a legal maternity leave but was told that there was no law for this in the factory. She had to quit her job and take out a loan to cover costs for the delivery of her baby. Soon after the birth, she had to go back to work and begin paying off her debts.

"He violently kicked her, hard, in the stomach and she fell to the floor. She fainted."

          There are about 1.3 million garment workers in Bangladesh but no union exists with a legal contract in any one of these factories. There are many established labor laws in Bangladesh, but none of them are applied in society because the local owners believe that they themselves are the law.

          Take a look at the clothing store; and put an effort now  to make sure that the clothing that you bought is not made from sweatshop labor like Robina or Maksuda.
          
          Perhaps, love will finally softly for them, for the labor and for the mankind.



P/S

To you whom I have met, you're the love of my life. I really believe that before you and me bump to each other in future, we were half a person. There is an old myth about people being half and the other half being in the sky, or perhaps just a mirror image. But for me, we are two halves, and together we're a whole. That's what I feel about us.  

Even though we are far from each other, true love is like a blossoming lavender, it is a long wait, but when it blossomed, we will enjoy the air of serenity and love within it.
The moment you click into this notes, kept that in your heart that I had fallen in love with you way before we met each other in real life. For that my special someone, you and me, we shared a groovy kind of love together.

385 love notes and counting.
Loving you Sabrina,

The Half Moon Serenades.