First Thing

Daily Prompt: Back to Life
After an especially long and exhausting drive or flight, a grueling week at work, or a mind numbing exam period — what’s the one thing you do to feel human again?

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First thing first: I empty my travel bags. Put everything in its place. The excitement of traveling is no longer there, so it becomes an unpleasant chore. Who is to do it? I have to, otherwise everything remains under my feet, and I feel claustrophobic.

If I have brought any presents I gave them straight away. A load gets off my mind.

Then I have a quick wash. If it’s prayer time, I get done with it.

Finally I relax lying on my bed. Oh! The stretching of one’s limbs is an untold luxury. Believe me it’s heavenly, after sitting cooped up on a flight, or a long journey by road.

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First Thing

Into the Sandstorm

Daily prompt: Sudden Downpour
It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of artifacts, books and dust. The shop ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!

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I look with dismay at the short, ugly man who has suddenly materialized in front of me. I feel at a loss for words. He mistakes me for someone he must have been expecting.

Now who in right mind would enter his shop, unless that person did have any business with him?

He beckoned me towards the books section. “Come”, he said when he noticed I wasn’t following him. I took hesitant steps in his direction. He searched for a few seconds, then took out a dusty volume from a shelf. There were layers of dust on it. I coughed, and choked on the dust, as he shook the book to dissipate the dust. It enveloped, and clung to me.

He held the book out, and thrust it into my unwilling hands. I was opening it when his shout startled me, “Noooooooo….. You take it home.”

It was like telling me to leave. I picked my way through the artifacts, and was out in the rain again. I pushed the book inside my coat to save it from the rain. A taxi cruised to a stop beside me. I gratefully opened the door, and gave directions to the driver for home.

Once I reached home, I went into the kitchen. I draped my coat on a chair, and sat down to open the book. Some strange power made me do it, as if it was in a great hurry.

The first page was empty. I turned the page. There was a picture of a hot sun shinning on a barren desert. Right in front of my eyes a sandstorm started. I was whooshed into the picture. The grains of sand hit me, and I was blinded. I couldn’t see anything.

As if from faraway I could hear my bewildered father saying, “Now where is she? I saw her going to the kitchen.”

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Into the Sandstorm

Age Doesn’t Matter

Daily Prompt: Age – Old Questions
“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?

My daughter rang me up on my last birthday (94 days more to go for my next birthday). Trust her not to forget!

Her question: “How old are you now?”
(As if she doesn’t know)

My answer: “Fourteen!”

She laughs at the expected reply, and I laugh too with her.

Worries and tension leave their mark
Crumbling your happiness in two

Age then show in face and posture
Letting downward lines creep through

Age doesn’t matter if you are happy
Happiness warms and gladdens your heart

With smiles and echoing laughter
Joy lights you ageless from outside too
(Sheen)

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Age Doesn’t Matter

A Road Trip to Disney World

Daily Prompt: Road Tripping
‘Tis the season for road trips — if time and money were out of the equation, what car-based adventure would you go on? (If you don’t or can’t drive, any land-based journey counts.)
Show your itinerary.

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Journeys are tiring, whether by road or taking a flight. A flight was an easy option. Now it has become more tiring — all that waiting at the airport, and security checks.

If I plan to go and visit some place, it could be Disney World, Orlando in Florida. It’s nearer to Houston than Disney Land. The distance is 965.8 miles from where we live. It would take 13 hours and 34 minutes to reach there.

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I will be probably more excited than the young ones at seeing Disney World. What I like most is, buying souvenirs. They always bring back memories of a good trip.

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A Road Trip to Disney World

Map, photos credit: thanks to Google.

My Two Best Friends

Daily Prompt: On Bees and EfS
Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story about your BFF (or lack there of).

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Throughout my life I had quite a share of best friends. Due to lack of communication, we drifted apart, and now we don’t keep in touch.

Nowadays my best friends are my son S, and grandson IB. Although with IB there is a lack of conversation, and more of playing games. I gallop on a horse along with him on a quest for food. We are hungry, and he shoots down a crow for us to eat. I point out to him that a crow is not halal, and we can’t have it for meals. He tells me, “Oh! Dado, we are not really eating it, are we?”

I was persuading my little best friend to leave with me for Charlotte, North Carolina. My daughter was asking me for a short visit with her. IB agreed, but in the morning he changed his mind. The explanation from him was that he was busy right now.

In the evening when IB got to know (from his father) that his birthplace was Raleigh, he had a change of heart. I was fortunate enough to get a visit from him early the next morning, telling me I should come and pack his clothes.

It is truly a blessing to have best friends.

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My Two Best Friends

You Can Always Go Home

Daily Prompt: we all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?

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I liked Jason Mraz’s song “I won’t give up”. It felt like about my own resolve not to give up on my husband’s condition.

This year I liked “93 Million Miles”. I was missing my home in Peshawar. Where Jason sings “You can always come back home”, made me happy.

Jason’s new album is out: Yes 2014

I only like the song from it “A World With You”

Here is a guitar lesson on Long Drive. The nails look terrible. You will have to ignore them. Probably he doesn’t have time to clean up.

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You Can Always Go Home

Sand and Desert

Daily Prompt: Adult Visions
As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grown up (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

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From being a child to an adult, life gets changed
And the world of carefree is suddenly gone

Nothing magical remains, harsh realities take over
You leave your dreams, and they too are gone

Now where once was I, in a meadow green
It’s sand and desert, even the mirage is gone
(Sheen)

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Sand and Desert