2. ANG MAKA-ANG MAKA-
DIYOS NADIYOS NA
PINUNOPINUNO

3. NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)
Nang panahong iyon, ako ang namamahala sa
mga inumin ng hari.
Isang araw ng unang buwan, ika-20 taon ng
paghahari ni Artaxerxes, binigyan ko siya ng
kanyang inuming alak. Noon lamang niya ako
nakitang malungkot.
Tinanong niya ako, "Bakit ka nalulungkot?"Bakit ka nalulungkot?
Tingin ko sa iyo'y wala ka namang sakit."Tingin ko sa iyo'y wala ka namang sakit."

4. NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)
Natakot ako kaya sinabi ko sa hari, "Nawa'y"Nawa'y
ingatan kayo ng Diyos, habang panahon!ingatan kayo ng Diyos, habang panahon!
Nalulungkot po ako sapagkat ang lunsod naNalulungkot po ako sapagkat ang lunsod na
pinaglibingan sa aking mga ninuno ay wasak atpinaglibingan sa aking mga ninuno ay wasak at
ang mga pintuan niyon ay natupokng apoy."ang mga pintuan niyon ay natupokng apoy."
"Ano ngayon ang nais mo?""Ano ngayon ang nais mo?" tanong ng hari.

5. NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)
Nanalangin ako sa Diyos ng kalangitan, at pagkatapos,
sinabi ko sa hari, "Kung pahihintulutan po ninyo ako,"Kung pahihintulutan po ninyo ako,
Kamahalan, nais kong umuwi sa Juda, upang itayong muliKamahalan, nais kong umuwi sa Juda, upang itayong muli
ang lunsod na pinaglibingan sa aking mga ninuno.“ang lunsod na pinaglibingan sa aking mga ninuno.“ Sinabi
sa akin ng hari na noo'y katabi ng reyna, "Gaano ka katagal
roon at kailan ka babalik?" Nagtakda ako ng panahonNagtakda ako ng panahon at
malugod naman akong pinahintulutan.

6. NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)
Nakiusap ako sa hari na bigyan na rin niya ako ng mga liham para
sa mga gobernador ng lalawigan sa Kanluran ng Ilog Eufrates
upang paraanin ako patungong Juda. Gumawa rin siya ng sulat
para kay Asaf, ang tagapamahala ng kagubatan ng kaharian upang
bigyan ako ng mga trosong gagamitin sa pintuan ng muog ng
Templo, sa pader ng lunsod at sa bahay na aking titirhan. Ang
lahat ng ito ay ginawa ng hari dahil sa kabutihan ng Diyos sa akin.

7. NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:1-10 (BMBB)
Nang ako'y umalis, pinasamahan pa ako ng hari sa mga
pinuno ng hukbo at sa isang hukbong nakakabayo.
Pagdaan ko sa mga gobernador ng lalawigan sa
Kanluran ng Eufrates, iniabot ko sa kanila ang liham ng
hari. Nang malaman ni Sanbalat na Horonita at ni Tobias
na isang opisyal na Ammonita na may dumating upang
itaguyod ang kapakanan ng mga Israelita, sila'y lubos na
nagalit.

8. NEHEMIAS
• LINGKODSA GAWALINGKODSA GAWA
(namamahala sa
inumin ng hari)
• LINGKODSA PUSOLINGKODSA PUSO
(may takot at
paggalang sa
pangalan ng Diyos)
• LINGKODSALINGKODSA
LAYUNINLAYUNIN
(mamayan ng Judea)

9. NEHEMIAS 1:11 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 1:11 (BMBB)
O Panginoon, pakinggan ninyo ang
panalangin ko, at ng iba pang lingkodlingkod
ninyo na nagnanais magparangal sa inyoninyo na nagnanais magparangal sa inyo.
Pagtagumpayin po ninyo ako ngayon atPagtagumpayin po ninyo ako ngayon at
loobin po ninyong kahabagan ako ng hari.loobin po ninyong kahabagan ako ng hari.

10. Upang makalikha ng tunay na pagbabago,
hindi mo kailangan maging pinakamagalinghindi mo kailangan maging pinakamagaling.
Kailangan mo lang magkaroon ng pusongpusong
may pakialammay pakialam.

11. TATLONG UGALI NGTATLONG UGALI NG
ISANG MAKA-DIYOSISANG MAKA-DIYOS
NA PINUNONA PINUNO

12. MAY MALINAWMAY MALINAW
AT MAYAT MAY
KAHULUGAN NAKAHULUGAN NA
MISYONMISYON..

13. MAY MALINAWMAY MALINAW
AT MAYAT MAY
KAHULUGAN NAKAHULUGAN NA
MISYONMISYON..

14. NEHEMIAS 2:4-5 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:4-5 (BMBB)
"Ano ngayon ang nais mo?""Ano ngayon ang nais mo?" tanong ng hari.
Nanalangin ako sa Diyos ng kalangitan, at
pagkatapos, sinabi ko sa hari, "Kung"Kung
pahihintulutan po ninyo ako, Kamahalan, naispahihintulutan po ninyo ako, Kamahalan, nais
kong umuwi sa Juda, upangkong umuwi sa Juda, upang itayong muli angitayong muli ang
lunsodlunsod na pinaglibingan sa aking mga ninuno."na pinaglibingan sa aking mga ninuno."

15. Anu ang inuutosinuutos sa’yo ng Diyos?

16. NAGPAPLANONGNAGPAPLANONG
MAIGI.MAIGI.

17. NEHEMIAS 2:6-8 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:6-8 (BMBB)
Sinabi sa akin ng hari na noo'y katabi ng
reyna, "Gaano ka katagal roon at kailan ka
babalik?" Nagtakda ako ng panahonNagtakda ako ng panahon at
malugod naman akong pinahintulutan.
Nakiusap ako sa hari na bigyan na rin niya akobigyan na rin niya ako
ng mga liham para sa mga gobernadorng mga liham para sa mga gobernador ng
lalawigan sa Kanluran ng Ilog Eufrates upang
paraanin ako patungong Juda.

18. NEHEMIAS 2:6-8 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:6-8 (BMBB)
Gumawa rin siya ng sulat para kay Asafsulat para kay Asaf, ang
tagapamahala ng kagubatan ng kaharian
upang bigyan ako ng mga trosong gagamitin
sa pintuan ng muog ng Templo, sa pader ng
lunsod at sa bahay na aking titirhan. AngAng
lahat ng ito ay ginawa ng hari dahil salahat ng ito ay ginawa ng hari dahil sa
kabutihan ng Diyos sa akin.kabutihan ng Diyos sa akin.

19. NAGBIBIGAY NGNAGBIBIGAY NG
MASIDHINGMASIDHING
INSPIRASYONINSPIRASYON SASA
MGA TAO.MGA TAO.

20. NEHEMIAS 2:17-18 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:17-18 (BMBB)
Pagkatapos, sinabi ko sa kanila, "Nakikita"Nakikita
ninyo ang kalunus-lunos na kalagayan ngninyo ang kalunus-lunos na kalagayan ng
ating bayan. Wasak ang Jerusalem atating bayan. Wasak ang Jerusalem at
sunog ang mga pintuan nito. Itayo natingsunog ang mga pintuan nito. Itayo nating
muli ang pader ng lunsod upang mahangomuli ang pader ng lunsod upang mahango
na tayo sa kahihiyan."na tayo sa kahihiyan."

21. NEHEMIAS 2:17-18 (BMBB)NEHEMIAS 2:17-18 (BMBB)
At sinabi ko sa kanila kung paano ako
pinagpala ng Diyos at kung ano ang sinabi
sa akin ng hari.
"Kung gayon, simulan na natin ang"Kung gayon, simulan na natin ang
pagtatayo,"pagtatayo," ang sagot nila. Kaya't naghanda
nga sila upang simulan ang gawain.

22. MALALA YOUSAFZAI:MALALA YOUSAFZAI:
The Bravest Girl in the
World

23. In this exclusive
excerpt from her
autobiography, I Am
Malala, young activist
Malala Yousafzai
recounts the day she
was shot by the
Taliban.

24. In a country that’s seen more
than its share of violence, the
fate of one teenager might not
seem to count for much. But
somehow Malala Yousafzai of
Pakistan has managed to
become an international
inspiration. She was only 11She was only 11
when she took on the Taliban,when she took on the Taliban,
demanding that girls be givendemanding that girls be given
full access to school.full access to school. Her
campaign led to a blog for the
BBC, a New York Times
documentary, and a Pakistani
peace prize.

25. But all that was only a prelude
to even more extraordinary
events. Last October, Taliban
assassins attacked Malala,
then 15, on her way home
from school, shooting her in
the head. Here, Malala
describes that day and offers
her hopes for the future.

26. Tuesday, Oct. 9, 2012, wasn’t the
best of days to start with, as it
was the middle of exams—
though as a bookish girl I didn’t
mind them as much as some of
my classmates did. That morning
we arrived in the narrow mud lane
off Haji Baba Road in our usual
procession of brightly painted
rickshaws sputtering diesel
fumes, each one crammed with
five or six girls. Since the time of
the Taliban, our school has had
no sign and the ornamented
brass door in a white wall gives
no hint of what lies beyond.

27. For us girls, that doorway was
like a magical entrance to our
own special world. As we
skipped through, we cast off
our head scarves and ran
helter-skelter up the steps. At
the top of the steps was an
open courtyard with doors to
all the classrooms. We
dumped our backpacks in our
rooms, then gathered for
assembly under the sky, our
backs to the mountains.

28. The school was founded by my
father before I was born, and
on the wall above us, “Khushal
School” was painted proudly in
red and white letters. We went
to school six mornings a week,
and as I was in Year 9, my
classes were spent chanting
chemical equations or studying
Urdu grammar, writing stories
in English with morals like
“Haste makes waste” or
drawing diagrams of blood
circulation—most of my
classmates wanted to be
doctors.

29. It’s hard to imagine that
anyone would see that as a
threat. Yet outside the school
lay not only the noise and
craziness of Mingora, the main
city of the province of Swat,
but also those, like the Taliban,
who think girls should not go to
school. Because it was exam
time, school started at 9
instead of 8 that morning,
which was good, as I don’t like
getting up and can sleep
through the crows of the
roosters and the prayer calls of
the muezzin.

30. I slept in the room at the front
of our house. The only
furniture was a bed and a
cabinet that I had bought with
the money I’d been given as
an award for campaigning for
peace in our valley and the
right for girls to go to school.
On some shelves were the
gold-colored plastic cups and
trophies I had won for coming
first in my class.

31. There were a few times I had
not come out on top—both
times I was beaten by my
class rival, Malka-e-Noor. I
was determined it would not
happen again.
The school was not far from
my home and I used to walk,
but since the start of the last
year I had been going with
other girls in a rickshaw and
coming home by bus.

32. It was a journey of five minutes
along the stinky stream, past
the giant billboard for Dr.
Humayun’s Hair Transplant
Institute, where we joked that
one of our bald male teachers
must have gone when he
suddenly started to sprout hair.
I liked riding the bus because I
didn’t get as sweaty as when I
walked, and I could chat with
my friends and gossip with
Usman Ali, the driver, whom
we called Bhai Jan, or
“brother.” He made us all laugh
with his crazy stories.

33. I had started taking the bus
because my mother worried
about me walking on my own.
We had been getting threats
all year. Some were in the
newspapers, and some were
messages passed on by
people. I was more concerned
the Taliban would target my
father, as he was always
speaking out against them. His
friend and fellow campaigner
Zahid Khan had been shot in
the face in August on his way
to prayers.

34. Our street could not be
reached by car. I would get off
the bus on the road below, go
through an iron gate and up a
flight of steps. Sometimes I’d
imagine that a terrorist might
jump out and shoot me on
those steps. I wondered what I
would do. Maybe I’d take off
my shoes and hit him. But then
I’d think that if I did that, there
would be no difference
between me and a terrorist. It
would be better to plead,

35. ““Okay, shoot me, but firstOkay, shoot me, but first
listen to me. What you arelisten to me. What you are
doing is wrong. I’m notdoing is wrong. I’m not
against you personally. I justagainst you personally. I just
want every girl to go towant every girl to go to
school.”school.”
I wasn’t scared, but I had
started making sure the gate
was locked at night and asking
God what happens when you
die. I told my best friend,
Moniba, everything. We’d lived
on the same street when we
were little and had been
friends since primary school.

36. We shared Justin Bieber
songs and Twilight movies, the
best face-lightening creams.
Moniba always knew if
something was wrong. “Don’t
worry,” I told her. “The Taliban
have never come for a small
girl.”
When our bus was called, we
ran down the school steps.
The bus was actually a white
Toyota truck with three parallel
benches.

37. It was cramped with 20 girls
and three teachers. I was
sitting on the left between
Moniba and a girl named
Shazia Ramzan, all of us
holding our exam folders to our
chests.
Inside the bus it was hot and
sticky. In the back, where we
sat, there were no windows,
just plastic sheeting, which
was too yellowed to see
through.

38. All we could see out the back
was a little stamp of open sky
and glimpses of the sun, a
yellow orb floating in the dust
that streamed over everything.
Then we suddenly stopped. A
young bearded man had
stepped into the road. “Is this
the Khushal School bus?” he
asked our driver. Usman Bhai
Jan thought this was a stupid
question, as the name was
painted on the side. “Yes,” he
said.

39. “I need information about
some children,” said the man.
“You should go to the office,”
said Usman Bhai Jan. As he
was speaking, another young
man approached the back of
the van.
“Look, it’s one of those
journalists coming to ask for an
interview,” said Moniba. Since
I’d started speaking at events
with my father, journalists
often came, though not like
this, in the road.

40. The man was wearing a
peaked cap and had a
handkerchief over his nose
and mouth. Then he swung
himself onto the tailboard and
leaned in over us. “Who is
Malala?” he demanded.
No one said anything, but
several of the girls looked at
me. I was the only girl with my
face uncovered. That’s when
he lifted up a black pistol.
Some of the girls screamed.
Moniba tells me I squeezed
her hand.

41. During her stay in the hospital,
Malala received thousands of
letters and cards, many of
them from children. (University
Hospitals Birmingham NHS
Foundation Trust. Used with
permission of the Queen
Elizabeth Hospital in
Birmingham)

42. My friends say he fired three
shots. The first went through
my left eye socket and out
under my left shoulder. I
slumped forward onto Moniba,
blood coming from my left ear,
so the other two bullets hit the
girls next to me. One bullet
went into Shazia’s left hand.
The third went through her left
shoulder and into the upper
right arm of Kainat Riaz.

43. My friends later told me the
gunman’s hand was shaking
as he fired. In the year since
that fateful day, Malala has
undergone a recovery that is
nothing short of miraculous.
The bullet narrowly missed her
brain, and doctors at Queen
Elizabeth Hospital in
Birmingham, England, where
she was brought in a medically
induced coma six days after
the attack, marveled that she
was able to stand within a
week of her arrival.

44. Malala underwent multiple
surgeries and spent nearly
three months in the hospital
(which specializes in treating
wounded soldiers), though
mercifully it was found she had
suffered no major permanent
neurological damage.

45. “It feels like this life isIt feels like this life is
not my life.not my life. It’s a second
life. People have prayed
to God to spare me and II
was spared for a reason—was spared for a reason—
to use my life for helpingto use my life for helping
peoplepeople.”

46. NEHEMIAS
Ordinaryong taoOrdinaryong tao na
may
ekstraordinaryongekstraordinaryong
misyonmisyon na
napagtagumpayan
dahil kasama niya ang
Diyos.

47. CONCLUSIONCONCLUSION
Upang makalikha ng tunay na pagbabago,
hindi mo kailangan maging pinakamagalinghindi mo kailangan maging pinakamagaling.
Kailangan mo lang magkaroon ng pusongpusong
may pakialammay pakialam.

48. Ang PilipinasPilipinas ang ating lupang
pangako. Mahalin natin itoMahalin natin ito.
Ipanalangin natin itoIpanalangin natin ito.

49. MARCOS 6:34 (BMBB)MARCOS 6:34 (BMBB)
Pagbaba ni Jesus sa bangka, nakita niya
ang napakaraming tao. Nahabag siya saNahabag siya sa
kanilakanila sapagkat para silang mga tupangmga tupang
walang pastolwalang pastol, kaya't sila'y tinuruan niyatinuruan niya
ng maraming bagayng maraming bagay.

50. Mahal ni Hesus ang IsraelMahal ni Hesus ang Israel pagkat ito
ang kanyang bayan. Nais Niyang
mahalin mo rin ang iyong bayanmahalin mo rin ang iyong bayan.

52. CONCLUSIONCONCLUSION
Upang makalikha ng tunay na pagbabago,
hindi mo kailangan maging pinakamagalinghindi mo kailangan maging pinakamagaling.
Kailangan mo lang magkaroon ng pusongpusong
may pakialammay pakialam.