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The Two Books I Read

Last week I read two books. One was Diana’s Boys by Christopher Andersen, and the second one was The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks. I thought I was getting short stories to read when I grabbed the second one. When I started reading it, I realized that I had already seen the movie based on it.

I had liked the movie except that I didn’t like the director’s choice for the older version of the hero. The older guy didn’t look at all like his younger self. Basically when you grow older there are changes but still look an older version of your earlier self, not that you look entirely different. I liked the words of the song by Lady Antebellum.

Love comes in circles

And love takes its own time

Bending and breaking

Not taking a straight line

Never knew another love

Timeless, and true

I did with you

Once I realized I was reading the whole sad story again, I wasn’t happy. I wanted to read something which could lift my spirits — which wasn’t happening.

When Diana died it was totally unexpected. To this day when I see both the princes walking behind their mother’s casket, my eyes tear up. The book brought the grief both the boys went through vividly to mind. The queen should have intervened when Prince Charles carried on his affair with Camilla, and put a stop to it by threatening him that he won’t become the future king.

Charles was too callous in relation with Diana. She went through a lot of grief, and pain because of her husband. On the other hand she shouldn’t have openly admitted to her own affairs which she did in retaliation to Charles’s conduct. That brought the queen’s wrath on her in the form of divorce.

I hope next time I’m in luck’ and not bring home tear jerkers. Life is too short. There should be more laughter, and less tears.

Wishing you all! happiness, and good health.

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The Prophets

Prophets are men of God chosen by Him only. I’m not talking about those self proclaimed ones who do nothing but lead astray humanity with false utterances. The chosen ones by God are above us mere mortals.

You can’t say this man is a prophet if he is a sinner who indulges in shameful acts. A prophet is held accountable for anything he does which may not be a sin even. For example Yunus (Jonah) left his people in despair when they wouldn’t listen to him. He boarded a boat where as a punishment for leaving his people without waiting for God’s directive to leave, he was swallowed by a whale.

He repeatedly asked for God’s forgiveness, whereas he got ejected by the whale.

I read someplace where a blogger called Lut a sinner. He didn’t choose the place where he was told to preach. God directed him there. A true prophet follows God’s clear instructions only. He doesn’t go by his own whims and feelings.

There are shameful acts attributed to him which are not true, and doesn’t exist in Islamic scriptures, only made up in other books penned by men themselves.

Glorified be thy Lord, the Lord of Majesty, from that which they attribute (unto Him)

And peace be unto those sent (to warn)

And praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds!

God doesn’t send peace on a wrongdoer. From Ayat 181, you can discern a prophet’s status.

Binge

After Son got divorced from his wife, he went on a shopping binge. He was depressed at the turn his life took. Suddenly he had no money, deep in debts (his ex had carefully planned it, while she was plotting for divorce), no home (that he left to his children, and ex), she got the custody of children, plus all his pay went into paying support. While his debts mounted, his tax return spiraled up since he was single again. Son was in deep misery.

Then he came, and got me to live, and take care of him. I went into despair of my own at the turn his life took. It was totally unexpected. I had to literally pull him from the deep dungeon of sorrow where he was buried, plus keep my own sanity. I aged overnight, and started looking a scarecrow.

Both of us have come a long way from 2015, when it happened. Son would go out, and buy things which he didn’t really need. It was a time when he had to budget carefully, and he was going the opposite way. He was getting mired in more debt, and had stopped caring at what would be the end of it.

He would buy, and I would think of ways to return the items he bought. Thankfully we both try to curtail our spending. I point out when he tries to buy something which is totally unnecessary. He does the same with me. Yesterday I got enamored at a shop with two covered small dishes– one of my weakness is buying crockery I don’t really need, and thought my life would be over if I didn’t get them. Before that I fell in love with a Bonsai plant in another shop. I’m feeling nostalgic, remembering the plant.

I didn’t buy the aforementioned things, cause Son pointed out the futility in case of the dishes as we don’t have any cupboard space in our tiny kitchen. I already have plants which need caring, and are going to get neglected, cause of my absence when I go to visit my daughter. Why subject another one to negligence?

I got the idea, but am getting pangs of heartache at not buying that beautiful bonsai. It would have certainly brightened my world.

Flower of the Day

There is a saying in Farsi (Persian language) Deir Ayad Durust Ayad which means It’s late but still correct. I just visited Cee Nuener, and noticed The Flower of the Day. I had this snap shot of the Lillies, so thought to utilize it.

Across the road where we live, there is an Old People’s Home. These Lillies bloom in their park. Sadly there are no benches there. If there had been the old ones could have enjoyed the outside. Instead they sit on the steps of their building on the curb facing the busy street, and watch the world go by.

Saturdays and Sundays there is a large number sitting outside.

Flower of the Day – July 20, 2018 – Dandelion

Prisoner

During my long bout of illness which almost lasted a whole month during the month of March, I watched tv most of the time. I never have time for it, but suddenly the day stretched , and time wouldn’t pass. I watched anything, and everything including Henry the eighth. It was macabre watching the king beheading three of his wives. Imagine one day you are queen, and the next day you become a nobody, and have your head chopped off.

I got a tour of Tower of London, and the existing castles. One image of a prison in one of them made me feel violently sick. That was the end of my tv binge. The image wouldn’t go away. It was so horrifying. It was a hole where the poor prisoner stayed till death freed him from there. How despairing! My heart stops every time I think of it. My fascination with castles ended there, and then. I couldn’t watch anymore.

It was a cruel world then, and still cruelty exists in different forms in our world.

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