In Search for a Bride (2)

Ready, Set, Done
by Ben Huberman
Our ten-minute free-write is back! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self (feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).

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2nd excerpt from my book (maybe one day I will write). For reference see
“In Search of a Bride”, January 14, 2014.

I phoned (the girl) L’s mother. This was awkward. Mrs. A (L’s mom) had never seen me, or heard of me. I was red hot in face, and perspiring, in the middle of a cold winter.

Someone the family knows, goes with you to help smooth over the situation, and here I was on my own. I summoned my courage with a capital C. I introduced myself to Mrs. A explaining why I wanted to visit her. I asked for a convenient time.

Did she agree? Yesssss…..she did, after two days. Plenty of time to discreetly inquire about yours truly. After all Peshawar is not such a big town.

Though we met for the first time, both of us hit it off. We liked each other tremendously. L came in for a few moments, and she was lovelier than words could describe.

When we (my driver Ayan and I) headed back towards home, Ayan asked me, “Bibi (a form of respect like Ma’am), why were we visiting these people?”

As if he didn’t guess beforehand. Wily man!

Servants gossip, and in seconds tell each other their employers’ secrets. What L’s mother failed to tell me was that her daughter was already engaged, and my driver had known it, the minute he had entered Mrs. A’s home.

Somehow Mrs. A had liked the wrapping (that’s me) on the parcel, and wanted to see the goodies (that’s my son).

(My ten minutes are up)

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You’re There For Me

Imaginary Friend
by Ben Huberman
Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

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A book I read in my childhood (I don’t remember the name), the child had a shadow, which could go anywhere. When the child wouldn’t be present, the shadow would take her place, and would act like her.

How I wished for a friend like that. Praying to get one, didn’t help. A friend like the one in the book didn’t materialize.

Due to my father’s postings, we moved frequently from one place to another. I have forgotten the names of those I had as friends.

My children, and my sister are my friends now, and above all I have one constant friend, and He is God.

Thank you God for being there for me.

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No End in Sight

Grand Slam
by Ben Huberman
The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)

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Going Away

Finite Creatures
by Ben Huberman
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

When one goes away — depart to the next dimension, only personal effects indicate, you were present on this earth for some moments. It is as if you never lived. In time memory fades — and you are forgotten.

My first severe illness brought it home to me that I may cease to exist. Foremost thoughts were for my two children who were five, and three at the time. I think it’s every mother’s nightmare.

In those days survival rate for Gall bladder surgery was low in my home country. It wasn’t like the laparoscopic surgery done nowadays. The ones I had known among relatives, died five – six days after surgery.

The only gray area in my life was not saying my five times prayers. I only said my morning prayer. Sometimes I didn’t even bother with that.

I decided to conquer my failing. With my changing, my (late) husband followed my example.

I am thankful to God for the change He brought in my life.

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Nah-Na

Fourth Wall
by Ben Huberman
You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.

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It’s strange. In books I like light fiction, but I love those movies which are thrillers, and fast paced like The Pirates of the Carribean, Indiana Jones movies, and The Mummy.

Recent movies which I watched (a few months ago) are The Croods, and Frozen. They are children movies. I don’t think I see myself in those.

I am a lousy actress, so I can’t visualize myself in movies I like.

A few years back, I was asked to portray the Corps Commander’s wife by the Army Ladies Club I had joined. The lady in question was fair complexioned – I was too. She was petite, I was the same. Besides our voices with the Pushto accent sounded the same pitch. I was pressurized to play the part in a comic script. They wanted me, and they didn’t listen to my excuses. They besieged, and cajoled; whatever worked, and I was roped in for the role.

On the day in question, it was hell for me. The stage fright — I wanted to disappear. With me, quaking in my four inch heel, I played the part. Two small tureens, one for tomato soup, and the other one for chicken soup were given to me by the Ladies Club at the end of the show. The tureens have the recipes printed on them. They are a reminder of that acting day in my life.

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If You Land

Circuitous Paths
by Ben Huberman
A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.

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Here, everything is mapped, the cars have built in guides (you only have to update), your iPhone can show in seconds a map to wherever you want to go. No need to knock at someone’s door to ask for directions.

No to your question, and I don’t have a twisted sense of humor to get an inner crazed fun at someone’s expense (to misguide).

It’s a different matter back home. Most roads outside the Cantonment Area are not marked, so you can easily get lost. In situations like this my late husband R would hire a taxi to lead us the way (when we were in unfamiliar surroundings, and got lost).

If you arrive for the first time at Peshawar airport (no friend to pick you up), and you need a taxi to reach an address, you can be taken for a ride.

Your destination is a near one from the airport. What happens – the taxi driver veers to the left on University Road, and keeps driving till he reaches Hayatabad. He keeps driving on various roads there, and then back on another route out of Hayatabad, and onto Bara Road. He is back in Cantonment Area, and finally you reach your destination.

A huge taxi fare awaits you at the end.

So beware if you land in Peshawar, and you are on your own.

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Fright

Reverse Shot
by Ben Huberman
What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene — from the other person’s perspective.

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She thinks I am an ogre, the way she clings to her brother, when she sees me. I would love to have a little girl like her for a daughter.

She skips as she walks, holding her brother’s hand. There, she is coming to get candy from the store. She has seen me, and now she is hiding behind her brother. She is trying to make him stop, and go back the way they have come.

I step out as they come nearer. The young one hides her face from me. To her I am a freak. My arms are stumps, and they look grotesque. My stumps frightens her. My attempts at friendliness makes her fear me more, and she starts crying.

I can’t take away her fear of me, and watch them, as they pass me. The little girl is visibly happier, as the distance between us grows.

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