Every day is a bleak day. When will the world stop ✋ what’s happening in Gaza? It’s difficult to eat food when you see in front of your eyes the suffering of children, and people going without any thing to eat. Hasbunullahay wa neimal wakeel.
Son Masha’Allah mowed the backyard today. It was full of weeds. Before he came outside to do the deed, I hurried in tackling the little monsters 👹 👺, 👿, by pulling them out. I was afraid they would multiply more when Son would run the lawn mower over them without their removal. I laughed at myself when I was removing them by calling them zionist Israelis. They had wrapped themselves round the grass (palestinians), and were stifling it to death.
The grass was dry, and dead, while the monstrous weeds were green, and thriving same as the zionists.
Why doesn’t Joe Biden, and others like him understand that they should stop aid to the Zionist regime of Israel, instead of starving the people in Gaza? Shame on all those who are the killers of humanity!
I’m ashamed of being an American. It looks to me the suffering of the Palestinians is due to me. The taxes I pay goes to Israel which is carrying on genocide with no fear of impunity. My government is the embodiment of evil.
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
The question is that the thing I dislike on others, why would I like it for myself? One sees people who cover their arms, chests, necks, and other parts of their bodies covered with tattoos. They mutilate themselves. The human nature is such that sooner, or later one wants a change. I wonder what do these people do? A small tattoo may be easier to remove, but the ones covering large parts of the body may be difficult.
My young grandson wanting to be part of his crowd did it another way. He got my mehndi cone from the fridge. I had it well hidden at the back of some items in the fridge, so that no one uses it. He got his step mama to make the figures he had drawn on a paper on his arm. He had his tattoos for a while before they faded away.
Mostly it’s just a veneer on a part of an individual. Beneath it he, or she may not be that confident. I used to be a very confident person. Now I’m not. My confidence got eroded over a period of time. Now I fake it.
Crochet, gardening, and reading are the topmost. I forget about time, worries, surroundings, any woes, all are forgotten. Since January 23rd I had gone to Peshawar, Pakistan, and have just returned two days back. My tenant from hell had finally vacated my house. I had asked her way back in August. She was sending me bogus receipts of rent payments. She had defaulted on electricity, and gas bills. The day I reached my electric, and gas meters were being taken away.
Before leaving Houston I had downloaded lots of books. If I hadn’t, I would have been extremely miserable. 😩. The books made me forget my woes. It took money, efforts, and elbow grease to restore the house to some semblance of cleanliness.
Masha’Allah I succeeded in getting a much higher rent than the previous one, so my efforts weren’t in vain.
A common sight of a woman in shuttlecock burqa sitting atop a cart.
Everyday brings sorrow at what’s happening to the people of Palestine. The hatred, brutality, barbarity with which the Zionist regime of Israel subjects the Palestinians is harrowing.
Everyday I hope against hope that someone who can do something about it say “Enough is enough. This situation shouldn’t go any longer”, but alas the ones who can stop this carnage has buried their consciences, and turn the other way. They have forgotten that one day which is coming they are going to meet their Creator, and will have to account for their doings . Then Hell is going to be their eternal abode, and nobody is going to save them from it.
This prompt has been asked quite a few times in other forms. Most people keep a cat, or a dog. Either one needs a lot of care, and looking after. Then there are people who keep dogs, and don’t train them. I admire those whose pets are exemplary in behavior. And then there are those whose dogs bark at you while you are passing by, or you are standing in your own house. I think it’s a reflection of the owner’s personality whose pet it is.
Then I have issues with those people who lets their dog piss, and poo on your front area. Why don’t they let their pets to have a go in their own front yard, or take them to the dog park for their business. They should have a designated place in their own backyard where their pets can go in the hour of need.
While walking I pass a certain house. There is a black dog. I don’t know it’s’ breed. He barks at me while I’m passing, and sometimes try to chase me growling, although I walk on the other side of the road. I don’t even walk on the sidewalk. The only thing which keeps him away from me is my stick, (which I have to carry on my walk because of him, and makes my arms ache) 😣 which I wave at him to make him stop his snarling, and baring his teeth at me.
I used to like rabbits, now I don’t. There are bunnies around my home, who dig up my plants. My vegetables, and flowers 🌺 have been dug up so many times that I have lost the count. Many a time it has been too late to revive my poor plants. I don’t know why a rabbit has a need to get to the root. When I see the excavation, I cover it with soil, but the next day it again comes, and do it all over again. In the end the poor plant gives up on living.
When, and if I see the visitation, I fill the area around the plant with stones. Since it can’t pick up a stone, it deters it from repeating the misdeed.
Flowers and Breezes 