Samuel Lalmuankima

Changer ni 14, 1993 in Arlington Heights, Illinois ah Charlie Kirk hi a pieng a. A hming tak chu Charles James Kirk a nih. Insung pangngai taka seilien a nih.    Pawl 5 a niin a hringna Pathien kuomah an hlan a, ama ngei khawma thutlukna ka siem lai po poa ka thawfuk tak a ti nghe nghe. Harper College a kaiin, inchuk zo loin a tawp san a. Kum 18 a niin kum 2012 khan  Turning Point USA (TPUSA)  in 2012 a ṭan a. TPUSA thiltum chu conservative hai ngaidan- sawrkarna suk chin, sumdawngna suk zau le suk thawveng, mimal mawphurna tihai hi ṭhangthar hai laia tunghet a nih. Thil chitea intan chu a hung inthang lien pei a, America khawmuolpui a hung fang suok a. Amiruokchu, hienga an hung hlawtling pei khawm hin Kirk chun pawimaw a ti em em chu Krista chanchintha hi a nih. Politics hai khawm a pawimaw lai zingin mihaiin an mamaw tak chu Sandamtu Isu a nih ti hi a hmu chieng em em a, a ngaipawimaw hle bawk. College campus a hai inchuklaihai leh an ngaidan inangnawna hai a hril...

Nisa inherin, zânkhuo a sawt a, Sik sik rieu inhrâm chêl chûlin mi chîmin, Lekhabu’n a phêk tâwpna a bâk ang hin, Kima ni si hin ka lo kim si nawh.  Lawngpuha’n siar hlîm ang hnawt iengin, Kumpui linglet thlangtla ding zuiin; Suilung phâng lovin,  Beiseina khamhrui ang suk seiin, Hieng var tle sing seng hai hin, Ka inah mi la ṭhuoilut an tih.  Karlam hlain, kâwlva lêngsam ramah, Umkhawsawta rauthla’n i lengna vankhuo fangin; A hin kan hnem, tlumte thlira thlirin, Zîng ni suok sawmhni- Thlang kawlrawna liem hunah, Sakhmel dar ang tawng ni hersuok a tih. Sûl ang mi nghak la hellai mi u, Ka hmangai, rûn ka inlumpui ding, Thuok tin le beiseina tin,  Hun le ni liem pei hi, Mi kei hnai tu lo niin, Ei zângkhuo la bungbu ve na ding. Tpz Thlaphal 21, 2025

Kum 1939, June ni 19 khan, Los Angeles, USA ah, rawngbawltu insungah a pieng a. A hmingah John Fullerton MacArthur an sak a. A pa Jack MacArthur le a puhai hi rawngbawltu ringum em em an nih. Naupang te a nia inthawk Pathien thutak le hlahaiin an huol vel a. Pathien thutak ngaipawimawna lientak a nei pha. Amiruokchu, John MacArthur hin a pa le a pu anga rawngbawlna sin thaw dingin an ring naw a. Chu nek hman chun ama inhnikna, American football inkhel a nuom lem a. Amiruokchu, ama ta dingin Pathienin thiltum dang, thiltum lien lem a nei a. Kum 18 a niin, car accident  a tuoksiet a tuok a. Ama chu damsuok sienkhawm, hi thil tlung hin a hringnun a thleng danglam a nih. Natna khuma a zal lai chun kona a dawng a. Khelmuol a ni loin, pulpit tienga kona a nih. Chuongchun, kum 19 a niin bus station tuol lai thu a hril tan a. A thuhril chu a tak a, a pehel naw bawk, amaah inhnikna lientak a um ti hriet theiin a um bawk a nih.  Kum 1963 in Talbot Theological Seminary ah M.Div a zo a. H...

  If one could measure beauty, The moon in her ethereal shimmer, Or the stars in their dazzling charm, Or nature in her rustic elegance, All would tip her scales. If one could measure love, Her grace-laden love would, Outweigh them all. For the moons and stars and nature, Love is a word they do not know. Like a bee to a flower, So am I to her love. Like a mercy’s doorway for a stranger, Deep and boundless. And I belong.  My forever home. Eventide 02 Thlahmur, 2025

  The king departs; the queen follows close behind, Then, one by one, their parting bells did toll. Memories of the Mayflower, now but a subtle chain that binds; The old leaves fall, their legacy the hearth told. In royal street, they sing their songs; The buds dancing to their melody. Our cradle, where love belongs, In this harmony comes our rhapsody. As the mother trunk slowly gives way, Its quiet scaffoldings their descents make. In us, a part of them do stay; With them, a part of us did take. Thlatun 23, 2025 Eventide

  When winds and waves, in mimic strife, Clash and roar like war come to life, You calm this troubled-headed man, His war-torn soul protected from bloodshed. How I wish the cold winter nights would never end, Like stories by the hearth, with no parting bell tolled. But to slow down time, we could only pretend, For nights, like life and time, do not last forever. Three thousand useless miles now keep us apart, Yet this heart yearns for your presence, Like a little boy by his mother’s side, For in those two eyes, I found my home. Eventide Thlavul 06, 2025