Unstoppable 

She watched Ali drawing noisy breaths through the ventilator. Who is going to look after her younger brother who had suffered brain hemorrhage a day earlier was the thought uppermost in her mind. Ali had never married,and he lived alone save for a couple of servants who took care of washing, cleaning and cooking for him. The people who worked for Ali weren’t much dependable, and the fact worried her to no end.

She came back at noon the next day to stay till evening. Her elder brother who stayed the night and part of the day went home to get his much needed rest. Ali was lying face down, and the ventilator wasn’t in sight. It meant he was breathing on his own. She felt hopeful for the first time in her heart. It was so quiet unlike the first day.

She saw the doctor coming out of his room. She asked him, “Will my brother recover, and how soon he will get out of the hospital?”

The doctor looked at her strangely for a second before replying, “He is never going to recover. He is already dead”. With that the doctor called the nursing staff. As the unstoppable tears came she saw him being put on his back. They were removing the iv and drain cathrether from him, straightening his limbs, putting cotton in his nose, and tying his big toes together. After that they covered him with a sheet.

  • Through the tears she phoned her brother to let him know that Ali was gone, and he had to come to take him home onwards on his last journey. God had taken care of her worry, and Ali needed no one now.

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Unstoppable

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Crisis

I am passing through one crises, or the other. There are day to day crisis which are minor compared to big ones. Somehow one has to get through life which is not easy.

My only son S is bitter while going through his divorce. He is getting further immersed in debts. I fail to understand how can justice be dealt when a court doesn’t realize his limitations in money matters. 

Divorce is a big tragedy in the life of a person wronged by a spouse. I now know the reason why young men won’t get married. They find it easy to keep girl friends rather than wives. With wives their life savings go once divorce comes their way.

The children suffer the most. S  couldn’t continue paying his eldest son’s college tuition. The boy is not understanding. S wanted him to go along with him to resolve the issue in getting a loan, but the boy refused to go with him. The office concerned requires both to be present.

What happens next?

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Crisis

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Elusive 


She looked into the mirror, and saw her red nose burnt by the sun. Her eyes went to the woman who was her mother. She stared at her smiling mother for a while, and thought, “Will I be as pretty as her someday?”

“Of course darling! You are a lovely girl”. Her mother lips caught in a smile promised her silently. A string of pearls adorned her neck. Her hair caught in a chignon looked beautiful. Her face looked flawless, and her timeless beauty gave her portrait an eternal grace.

Time is elusive as it goes on. Years later a little girl gazes at her reflection. Her braid is partly undone. Her grey eyes looks into the eyes of her mother, and ask her, “Will I look someday as pretty as you?”

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Elusive

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Sanctuary 


The Mosque at San Jacinto, Galveston, Texas. You can see inside the Praying area.


My son and two grandsons praying

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My earlier sanctuary for a long time was my home in Peshawar. Entering it brought peace of mind. After moving here permanently in 2013, I was far away from home, and would feel lost. I felt insecure, and wondered often (how I chafed at myself), at the decision I took at the insistence of my children that I should move here.

When I bought my small apartment in Virginia in February this year, it became my inner source of peace. I lived there for a short while. I felt extremely sad at leaving it last month to live with my son in Houston.

How long I last here, I have no inkling. At present when I enter my room, I feel happy. It’s where I say my prayers, and go to sleep— it’s my sanctuary.

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Sanctuary

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Punishment

My car accident in the first week of June — I deemed it as punishment from God. My new, grand, beautiful car got salvaged. For the next two weeks I was distraught. Every time the scene played before my mind, my hand would automatically cover my eyes, even when I was on the prayer mat saying my daily prayers. 

Why I deemed it as punishment? I won’t go into details, but the thoughts I had in those days preceding the accident weren’t good ones about someone. God let me know I can’t be a judge, and I do seek God’s forgiveness. I hope He forgives me, and won’t let harm near me, my family, and all those who fear Him about retribution.

Early in the morning after Fajr prayer I read this Ayat in the Quran, Surah Al Anbiyaa (The Prophets)

كُلُّ نَفْسٍ ذَائِقَةُ الْمَوْتِ ۗ وَنَبْلُوكُمْ بِالشَّرِّ وَالْخَيْرِ فِتْنَةً ۖ وَإِلَيْنَا تُرْجَعُونَ  ﴿٣٥﴾؅

35. Every soul will taste death. And We test you with evil and with good as trial; and to Us you will be returned.

God test us in our daily lives, and I hope He never finds me wanting again.

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Punishment

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Slowly

When I’m in a hurry

Time passes so slowly

Oh! So slowly

I want the needles to make haste

But they appear stuck

I look, willing them to move

But they barely inch forward

There are times when I want them to stop

When they wing forward

As if in a blur

Where did the time go?

Couldn’t it stand still

For a little while longer?

(Sheen-July2016)

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Slowly

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Carefree

I look at my youngest grandson IB, and my heart bleeds. What is happening in his life is tragic. My only pray is that everything good comes his way.

He plays by himself. Yesterday he made a house for himself on top of the sofa, using the old quilt he carries around with him.  At night time he made a window at the front to watch tv. As I stood in the kitchen, trying to decide what to cook for dinner, IB asks, “Can I help you Dado?

When I asked him what he wanted to do, he wanted to cut the onions and tomatoes for me. 

Yesterday my son and I were looking for a car for me. We asked IB to come along with us, and told him when he grows up and looks for a car of his own the knowledge will help him. His reply, “the cars you are looking at won’t be the same. I will be wasting my time. There will be flying cars by then”. 

Maybe what he says with the innocence of childhood comes true. 

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Carefree

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