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Transformers

This may be untimely catchy as a title. But just like a harvest, today is this article’s due season. It matured nothing because of popularity.


I haven’t watched “Transformers” in the wide screen but I was an addict viewer of its animated series when I was a kid.


It is untimely but somewhat relevant, so to say, because like in the movie a “transformer” in me also happened in Qatar.


It doesn’t appear as easy when Optimus Prime commands, “Autobots, transform!” and every one in his team follows. But the challenge may be in some ways similar. Because in the compelling voice of their leader implies an approaching engagement to a great battle. Nobody would be exempted in the battle— not Bumble Bee and Jazz who expressed that they are not warriors like the Deceptecons.


It’s frightening to follow but it’s securing to give up one’s fear for a noble reason and with a leader that stands by your side.


Transforming pre-requires the frequently unwanted process of deforming. Transforming is ugly and painful. Much about you that has become thru the years will just be proven off beam. You’ll be offended by the fact that you were wrong for such a long time. Besides the heartrending process of refreshing your mistakes you also proceed to a really painful melting, bending, breaking, chopping of your indurate character.


In Qatar I have learned to listen more to the voice who calls for transformation. Many times he has spoken in my conscience to gear up and go. He has deputized so many Optimus Prime’s in my life—my mom, my sister, my friends, my girlfriend and the many circumstances in my life– that have led me to do what is uneasy but right.


Transform!

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