Nice story 2 :)

Assalamuaikum..

The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County

by Mark Twain

In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and inquired after my friend's friend, Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to do, and I hereunto append the result. I have a lurking suspicion that Leonidas W. Smiley is a myth; and that my friend never knew such a personage; and that he only conjectured that if I asked old Wheeler about him, it would remind him of his infamous Jim Smiley, and he would go to work and bore me to death with some exasperating reminiscence of him as long and as tedious as it should be useless to me. If that was the design, it succeeded.

I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the barroom stove of the dilapidated tavern in the decayed mining camp of Angel's, and I noticed that he was fat and bald-headed, and had an expression of winning gentleness and simplicity upon his tranquil countenance. He roused up, and gave me good-day. I told him a friend had commissioned me to make some inquiries about a cherished companion of his boyhood named Leonidas W. Smiley--Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, a young minister of the Gospel, who he had heard was at one time a resident of Angel's Camp. I added that if Mr. Wheeler could tell me anything about this Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, I would feel under many obligations to him.

Simon Wheeler backed me into a corner and blockaded me there with his chair, and then sat down and reeled off the monotonous narrative which follows this paragraph. He never smiled, he never frowned, he never changed his voice from the gentle-flowing key to which he tuned his initial sentence, he never betrayed the slightest suspicion of enthusiasm; but all through the interminable narrative there ran a vein of impressive earnestness and sincerity, which showed me plainly that, so far from his imagining that there was anything ridiculous or funny about his story, he regarded it as a really important matter, and admired its two heroes as men of transcendent genius infinesse. I let him go on in his own way, and never interrupted him once.

"Rev. Leonidas W. H'm, Reverend Le--well, there was a feller here once by the name of Jim Smiley, in the winter of '49--or may be it was the spring of '50--I don't recollect exactly, somehow, though what makes me think it was one or the other is because I remember the big flume warn't finished when he first came to the camp; but any way, he was the curiousest man about always betting on anything that turned up you ever see, if he could get anybody to bet on the other side; and if he couldn't he'd change sides. Any way that suited the other man would suit him--any way just so's he got a bet, he was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncommon lucky; he most always come out winner. He was always ready and laying for a chance; there couldn't be no solit'ry thing mentioned but that feller'd offer to bet on it, and take any side you please, as I was just telling you. If there was a horse-race, you'd find him flush or you'd find him busted at the end of it; if there was a dog-fight, he'd bet on it; if there was a cat-fight, he'd bet on it; if there was a chicken-fight, he'd bet on it; why, if there was two birds setting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first; or if there was a camp-meeting, he would be there reg'lar to bet on Parson Walker, which he judged to be the best exhorter about here, and he was, too, and a good man. If he even see a straddle-bug start to go anywheres, he would bet you how long it would take him to get to--to wherever he was going to, and if you took him up, he would foller that straddle-bug to Mexico but what he would find out where he was bound for and how long he was on the road.Lots of the boys here has seen that Smiley and can tell you about him. Why, it never made no difference to him--he'd bet on any thing--the dangest feller. Parson Walker's wife laid very sick once, for a good while, and it seemed as if they warn't going to save her; but one morning he come in, and Smiley up and asked him how she was, and he said she was considerable better--thank the Lord for his inf'nit' mercy--and coming on so smart that with the blessing of Prov'dence she'd get well yet; and Smiley, before he thought, says, Well, I'll risk two-and-a-half she don't anyway.'"

Thish-yer Smiley had a mare--the boys called her the fifteen-minute nag, but that was only in fun, you know, because, of course, she was faster than that--and he used to win money on that horse, for all she was so slow and always had the asthma, or the distemper, or the consumption, or something of that kind. They used to give her two or three hundred yards start, and then pass her under way; but always at the fag-end of the race she'd get excited and desperate-like, and come cavorting and straddling up, and scattering her legs around limber, sometimes in the air, and sometimes out to one side amongst the fences, and kicking up m-o-r-e dust and raising m-o-r-e racket with her coughing and sneezing and blowing her nose--and always fetch up at the stand just about a neck ahead, as near as you could cipher it down.

And he had a little small bull-pup, that to look at him you'd think he warn't worth a cent but to set around and look ornery and lay for a chance to steal something. But as soon as money was up on him he was a different dog; his under-jaw'd begin to stick out like the fo'-castle of a steamboat, and his teeth would uncover and shine like the furnaces. And a dog might tackle him and bully-rag him, and bite him, and throw him over his shoulder two or three times, and Andrew Jackson--which was the name of the pup--Andrew Jackson would never let on but what he was satisfied, and hadn't expected nothing else--and the bets being doubled and doubled on the other side all the time, till the money was all up; and then all of a sudden he would grab that other dog jest by the j'int of his hind leg and freeze to it--not chaw, you understand, but only just grip and hang on till they throwed up the sponge, if it was a year. Smiley always come out winner on that pup, till he harnessed a dog once that didn't have no hind legs, because they'd been sawed off in a circular saw, and when the thing had gone along far enough, and the money was all up, and he come to make a snatch for his pet holt, he see in a minute how he'd been imposed on, and how the other dog had him in the door, so to speak, and he 'peared surprised, and then he looked sorter discouraged-like, and didn't try no more to win the fight, and so he got shucked out bad. He gave Smiley a look, as much as to say his heart was broke, and it was his fault, for putting up a dog that hadn't no hind legs for him to take holt of, which was his main dependence in a fight, and then he limped off a piece and laid down and died. It was a good pup, was that Andrew Jackson, and would have made a name for hisself if he'd lived, for the stuff was in him and he had genius--I know it, because he hadn't no opportunities to speak of, and it don't stand to reason that a dog could make such a fight as he could under them circumstances if he hadn't no talent. It always makes me feel sorry when I think of that last fight of his'n, and the way it turned out.

Well, thish-yer Smiley had rat-tarriers, and chicken cocks, and tom-cats and all of them kind of things, till you couldn't rest, and you couldn't fetch nothing for him to bet on but he'd match you. He ketched a frog one day, and took him home, and said he cal'lated to educate him; and so he never done nothing for three months but set in his back yard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he did learn him, too. He'd give him a little punch behind, and the next minute you'd see that frog whirling in the air like a doughnut--see him turn one summerset, or may be a couple, if he got a good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat.

He got him up so in the matter of ketching flies, and kep' him in practice so constant, that he'd nail a fly every time as fur as he could see him. Smiley said all a frog wanted was education, and he could do 'most anything--and I believe him. Why, I've seen him set Dan'l Webster down here on this floor--Dan'l Webster was the name of the frog--and sing out, "Flies, Dan'l, flies!" and quicker'n you could wink he'd spring straight up and snake a fly off'n the counter there, and flop down on the floor ag'in as solid as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he hadn't no idea he'd been doin' any more'n any frog might do. You never see a frog so modest and straightfor'ard as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it come to fair and square jumping on a dead level, he could get over more ground at one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever see. Jumping on a dead level was his strong suit, you understand; and when it come to that, Smiley would ante up money on him as long as he had a red. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres, all said he laid over any frog that ever they see.

Well, Smiley kep' the beast in a little lattice box, and he used to fetch him downtown sometimes and lay for a bet. One day a feller--a stranger in the camp, he was--come acrost him with his box, and says:

"What might be that you've got in the box?"

And Smiley says, sorter indifferent-like, "It might be a parrot, or it might be a canary, maybe, but it ain't--it's only just a frog."

And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, and turned it round this way and that, and says, "H'm--so 'tis. Well, what's he good for?"

"Well," Smiley says, easy and careless, "he's good enough for one thing, I should judge--he can outjump any frog in Calaveras county."

The feller took the box again, and took another long, particular look, and give it back to Smiley, and says, very deliberate, "Well," he says, "I don't see no p'ints about that frog that's any better'n any other frog."

"Maybe you don't," Smiley says. "Maybe you understand frogs and maybe you don't understand 'em; maybe you've had experience, and maybe you ain't only a amature, as it were. Anyways, I've got my opinion and I'll risk forty dollars that he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County."

And the feller studied a minute, and then says, kinder sad like, "Well, I'm only a stranger here, and I ain't got no frog; but if I had a frog, I'd bet you."

And then Smiley says, "That's all right--that's all right--if you'll hold my box a minute, I'll go and get you a frog." And so the feller took the box, and put up his forty dollars along with Smiley's, and set down to wait.

So he set there a good while thinking and thinking to his-self, and then he got the frog out and prized his mouth open and took a teaspoon and filled him full of quail shot--filled! him pretty near up to his chin--and set him on the floor. Smiley he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched a frog, and fetched him in, and give him to this feller, and says:

"Now, if you're ready, set him alongside of Dan'l, with his forepaws just even with Dan'l's, and I'll give the word." Then he says, "One--two--three--git!" and him and the feller touched up the frogs from behind, and the new frog hopped off lively, but Dan'l give a heave, and hysted up his shoulders--so--like a Frenchman, but it warn't no use--he couldn't budge; he was planted as solid as a church, and he couldn't no more stir than if he was anchored out. Smiley was a good deal surprised, and he was disgusted too, but he didn't have no idea what the matter was, of course.

The feller took the money and started away; and when he was going out at the door, he sorter jerked his thumb over his shoulder--so--at Dan'l, and says again, very deliberate, "Well," he says, "I don't see no p'ints about that frog that's any better'n any other frog."

Smiley he stood scratching his head and looking down at Dan'l a long time, and at last says, "I do wonder what in the nation that frog throwed off for--I wonder if there ain't something the matter with him--he 'pears to look mighty baggy, somehow." And he ketched Dan'l up by the nap of the neck, and hefted him, and says, "Why blame my cats if he don't weigh five pounds!" and turned him upside down and he belched out a double handful of shot. And then he see how it was, and he was the maddest man--he set the frog down and took out after that feller, but he never ketched him. And----

(Here Simon Wheeler heard his name called from the front yard, and got up to see what was wanted.) And turning to me as he moved away, he said: "Just set where you are, stranger, and rest easy--I ain't going to be gone a second."

But, by your leave, I did not think that a continuation of the history of the enterprising vagabond Jim Smiley would be likely to afford me much information concerning the Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, and so I started away.

At the door I met the sociable Wheeler returning, and he buttonholed me and recommenced:

"Well, thish-yer Smiley had a yaller, one-eyed cow that didn't have no tail, only jest a short stump like a bannanner, and----"

However, lacking both time and inclination, I did not wait to hear about the afflicted cow, but took my leave.

http://americanliterature.com/author/mark-twain/short-story/the-celebrated-jumping-frog-of-calaveras-county

Nice story :)

Assalamualaikum..

The Story of An Hour

by Kate Chopin

Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.

It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.

She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.

There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.

She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.

She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.

There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.

Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.

She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.

There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.

And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.

Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."

"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.

Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.

http://americanliterature.com/author/kate-chopin/short-story/the-story-of-an-hour

Jaulah Chingu :)

Bismillah
Assalamualaikum..

This week I didn't came home😭... it's might sound childish but i am a homesicker. Last sem, i used to come home every weeks. From UPM to Melaka. Can you imagine? Maybe some will think that it is not so far. But if I take bus, it is almost 2hours and 30minutes.

However, on this sem, I want to challenge myself to overcome this terrible homesick. You'll never know if you don't try it.
By the way, i'm on my way now to share my weekend.

On saturday(which is yesterday), I participate in a Halaqah Programme. It was held in Tasik Permaisuri which is located at Cheras. My halaqah's mate and I(4 person) start our journey by waiting for South City's bus in front of Putra Food Court which is placed at the mountain of Kolej Pendeta Zaaba. But it was not easy for waiting for the bus early at 7.20 in the morning as the bus will enter the collegue area at 10. So, we took our collegue bus and went to the bus stop in front of Fakulti Bahasa Moden. Around 25 minutes waiting, we took the South City bus and went to KTM Serdang. When we arrived there, we met the other halaqah's group too. We took the train to Bandar Tasik Selatan which is just 1 station from our station.

Arriving there, we need to take LRT to Bandar Tun Razak. We need to buy token and it only cost 70cent as it was also 1 station from there. When we walked down the escalator, there are two different path and we were confused as there was no sign. So, one of my friend made a try by stepping in the right side LRT and looking for the pathway written on the above of the inside door. She figure out that our destination was there. But, we didn't step in as we were supposed to wait for the others.
As the next LRT arrived,we quickly entered.

I was a litte excited as that was my first experience.

Parents ^_^

Assalamualaikum.. in this time post, I wanna share about the people that had made a lot of sacrifices in my life. Even if count them from the moment I was born, it could be so many.

Thus, I gonna give a lyric of song that will make you feel very thankful to your parents. Don't wait till tomorrow to beg for their forgiveness.

(Intro)

I promise anytime u call me 

It don’t matter where I am 

I’ll always be there, like you’ve been there

If u need me closer, I’ll be right ova 

I swear, I swear

(Verse)

 Every time that I need u by my side 

Every time I lose my way in life

You’re my circle of life, compass and guide 

There behind me 

And one day when the tables finally turn

And it’s me you’re dependin’ on

I’ll put u first, hold u close 

Like u taught me

Know that I’ll be there for u, for u

(Chorus) 

I promise anytime u call me

It don’t matter where I am

I’ll always be there, like you’ve been there 

If u need me closer, I’ll be right ova 

I swear, I swear

I promise anytime u call me 

It don’t matter where I am

I’ll always care for u, go anywhere for u

If u need me closer, I’ll be right ova

I swear, ooh

(Verse 2) 

There are days when I just don’t want to talk

And ur feelings hit a wall

But that won’t change 

The love you’ve raised inside this family

Everythin’ that I do is to make u proud 

I just want to say it, and say it loud

You’re my heat when I’m cold 

The place I call home, and always will be 

Know that I’ll be there for u, for u

(Chorus)

(Bridge) 

Havin’ someone to go to

Havin’ someone to luv

Havin’ both is a blessin’ 

That was sent from above

Oh, I know that whereva I’ll go

You’ll be foreva in my heart (Chorus)

Read More: http://www.lyricshot.net/harris-j-i-promise-lyrics.html

Our speciality '_'

Assalamualaikum, in this post, I wanna share about every of us's speciality. So, we must proud about what we are. Don't be bother to be someone great and awesome. What you need is just to believe in yourself.

Lyrics 'Love who you are'

6am, when he wakes up He wipes the sleep from his eyes Another day, at school again Weighing heavy upon his mind

Standing tall, trying to keep it cool Saying "yes" to everything He's lost in doubt, all he cares about Is to find a way of fitting in

Don't ever forget to love Keep loving who you are Don't ever forget you shine Shining like a star There's something so perfect Courage in everyone So don't ever let yourself, stop Loving who you are

She stood, by her mirror She's wondering how to fix her scarf Filled up, with a fear of People staring from afar

At the way she talks, just how she walks It's tearing up her self-esteem She's lost in doubt, all she cares about Is to find a way of fitting in

Don't ever forget to love Keep loving who you are Don't ever forget you shine Shining like a star There's something so perfect Courage in everyone So don't ever let yourself, stop Loving who you are

No matter, ooh You are always beautiful No matter, you You are incredible

Don't ever forget to love Keep loving who you are Don't ever forget you shine Shining like a star There's something so perfect Courage in everyone So don't ever let yourself, stop Loving who you are

Don't ever forget to love Keep loving who you are

https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Harris-J/Love-Who-You-Are

Greatest person in the world ^_^

Assalamualaikum.. you must be wondering who is the greatest person in the world that ever exist. :)

Lyric Harris J 'Rasullulah'

"Rasool'Allah" Lyrics:-

Oh, you came into this life

Brought up as an orphan child

Through a time of deep despair, O Muhammad!

Your days at work began

As a fair and honest man

You showed just how much you cared

And one night in that cave

When the Archangel came

And your life in this world

Would never be the same

Chorus:

Rasool’Allah habib’Allah

(O Messenger of Allah, O beloved of Allah)

Your light is always showing me the way

Rasool’Allah habib’Allah

I’m longing for the day I see your face

You brighten up my day

And in my heart you’ll stay

With every breath I take

I’ll never leave your way

Eyes that could light up any soul

You became the Chosen One

To proclaim the word of God, O Muhammad!

In the brightness of the sun

Or the stillness of the night

You would never ever stop

Being kind, giving hope

And serenity and love

To a divided world

That didn't have enough

CHORUS

Rasool’Allah habib’Allah

(O Messenger of Allah, O beloved of Allah)

Peace be upon you

Rasool’Allah habib’Allah

I really love you

Rasool’Allah habib’Allah

Peace be upon you

Rasool’Allah habib’Allah

CHORUS

Getting intro ..

Assalamualaikum.. in my first post, let me share you about a lyric of Harris J song

Lyric 'Salam Alaikum'


You can try and turn off the sun I'm still going to shine away, yeah And tell everyone We're having some fun today We can go wherever you want to And do whatever you like Let's just have a real good time Assalamu Alaikum, Alaikum yeah! (Peace be upon you) I just want to spread love and peace And all of my happiness, yeah To everyone I that meet ‘Cause I'm feeling spectacular I love it when we love one another Give thanks everyday For this life, living with a smile on our face Assalamu Alaikum, Alaikum yeah! (Peace be upon you) Spread peace on the earth Cherish the love, that is around us Spread peace on the earth Treasure the love, let it surround us Always be kind, always remind one another Peace on the earth everyday Assalamu Alaikum, Alaikum yeah! (Peace be upon you) Assalamu Alaikum, hey! Assalamu Alaikum, hey! Assalamu Alaikum Wa Alaikum Assalam Spread peace on the earth Cherish the love, that is around us Spread peace on the earth every day

https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Harris-J/Salam-Alaikum