Trick or Trick
by Ben Huberman
It’s Halloween, and you just ran out of candy. If the neighborhood kids (or anyone else, really) were to truly scare you, what trick would they have to subject you to?




One Day of my Life

Trio No. 3
by Ben Huberman
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).


I was tired, and covered with dust, and grime. I had worked at cleaning my place the whole day. I had reached home from Riyadh, after two months. Lala (my elder brother) had come to fetch me from the airport.

After sitting in his car, I requested him to take me to the CSD Complex first before taking me home. I needed to stock up on eatables like milk, eggs, chickens, bread, vegetables — everything necessary to start my kitchen once again. The shopping done, Lala dropped me home, leaving me in the driveway with my bags and groceries.

Making my home habitable took the remaining part of the day. It was night now. I badly needed a shower to clean myself from the dust which had settled down in my hair, and on my face.

I turned on the tap. There was a minute trickle of water. I realized that the water tank must be empty. We had used up all the water to do the cleaning. Noman (servant) must have forgotten to turn on the machine to fill the water tank. I was really mad at his forgetfulness. I couldn’t ring the bell for him, knowing once he went off to sleep, you couldn’t wake him up. My (late) husband used to go, and bang his door, when he won’t answer, but for me it wasn’t appropriate.

Shedding tears of frustration, I went to the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of water from the fridge. They were cold, but I needed to wash my hands, and for the ablution before saying my Isha Prayers.

You can imagine how awful I felt with making do with so little water.
Everything clean except for me.



I Will Always Hope

In Retrospect
by Ben Huberman
Yesterday you invented a new astrological sign. Today, write your own horoscope — for the past month (in other words, as if you’d written it October 1st).

A horoscope for me:

Don’t give up hope. Things will definitely improve in the months to come. Live up to your sign. You are strong, courageous, and resilient.

Meanwhile I’ll always hope:

Hope for a better future.
Hope for good things to come.
Hope everything will be allright.
Hope God will always bestow His Blessings on me, and you. Ameen.

I don’t read, or believe in horoscopes. It’s just a twist of words. On reading a horoscope you will find a general statement about your day. Or it can be a prediction about some good coming your way, or vice versa, and that’s it.

To believe such baloney shows utter naivety.

How the fortune tellers predict your future, you can read it on this link, sent to me by my daughter.


Excerpts taken from Ask Imam:
The Jinns used to eavesdrop freely without being expelled from the upper terrestrial realms. They would listen to the discussions of the Angels to learn about future events. Then they would reveal the information to fortune tellers. The people who went to them would believe. They thought that the fortune tellers possessed knowledge, and that’s how people were deceived.

After our Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him), the Jinns were barred from entering all the upper terrestrial spheres, therefore they could no longer eavesdrop on the Angels. Whenever the Jinns do it, they are pursued by a flaming, shooting star.

God has made Angels from light, the Jinns from fire, and us Humans from clay.



My Zodiac Sign

Custom Zodiac
by Ben Huberman
You’re tasked with creating a brand new astrological sign for the people born around your birthday — based solely on yourself. What would your new sign be, and how would you describe those who share it?

Being a Scorpio made me hesitant in telling my birth sign. Now look at this:


I wish the image of the scorpion wasn’t there. It gives me the creeps. Poor me! I am stuck with it. If I can change it, I will make it like my own image.
Here look at this now.


Isn’t it much better without the dreadful picture of a Scorpion.

For others born under the same sign if I could, I would change it to a star. Look at this:


Doesn’t the sign of a star look better than a scorpion? At least it doesn’t make me cringe when I look at it.




Doppelgänger Alert
by Ben Huberman
You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?


I had met this lady at a recent party. Seeing her at a wedding, I greeted her warmly. The lady looked at me a bit strangely. My smile faltered, as she hesitatingly answered my Salams (greetings).

I kept wondering at myself. Did I know her? Or have I made a mistake?

I was helping myself to food, when a lady rushed to my side, and tried to hug me, plate and all. I managed to retrieve my food filled plate from spilling all over my newly acquired expensive clothes for the occasion. That would have been a disaster if my clothes had been ruined. Once washed they lose their shine, and luster.

Wonders of wonder! It was the same lady, but now smiling at me — not stone faced any longer.

Again, I was mentally tapping my brain at the transformation.

Later on, I was looking for an empty chair to sit, so as to watch the remaining festivities. I came across my acquaintance once more. She made a young girl next to her get up, to free a chair for me.

Next to her was my earlier stone faced lady, who was now attempting to smile at me. I came to realize that there were two of them. They were not twins, but a set of identical looking sisters.



Our World of Color

Local Color
by Ben Huberman
Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?

Photo Credit: Google

I kept racking my brains on today’s prompt.

Why? It is not a hard one thrown at us bloggers by Ben.

I kept on wondering throughout breakfast which object is dear to my heart. Nothing came to mind — not a glimmer even. In between I forgot the prompt. I am away from my own home.

Back home there are two rooms where I can be found most of the time; one is the kitchen, and the other one is my bedroom.

To find the object I went down memory lane. I decided to visit the kitchen first. Most of the electrical stuff is in white except for the Cooking range, and Microwave. All the crockery sets have their main color white with different designs in color. I have given away so many of my loved pieces that it won’t bother me if they revert to no color.

Nothing came to mind, so now I have entered the bedroom (in memory).

Hurrah! I have found it. It’s my patchwork bedcover. Over the years, I have bought various bedcovers, but this one is my favorite.

Occasionally when I want a change, I put a different one over my bed. After a day or so, I yearn for my favorite one, and I go back to using it again. So definitely this is one object which should retain its color.

Thank God this is only a prompt, and not a real threat to our world of color.



A Witch for a Day

Masks Off
by Ben Huberman
We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?


If I had to wear a costume for Halloween, I would go dressed as a witch. It’s easy to have — a black cloak, a hat, and a broom.

The only difference would be attaching a small machine to the broom, so that I could go up in the air, at the start of a button.

I can imagine ringing my neighbor’s house. They would be expecting children for trick, or treat, certainly not a grown up, make believe witch. When they would open the door, I would shoot up. Another ring, and then another. They would be spooked, and give up opening their door on that night to anyone else.

This is all fantasy. I know I will never do something like that, even for fun’s sake.

I had an actual witch for a grandma. No wait, that is not correct —- she was my grandmother’s sister.

How she knew magic? I wish I had known I would be writing someday, and had thought of asking her when she was alive. She died decades ago, so that’s not possible.