A Torment To Bear

Daily Prompt: Sad But True
Tell about the harshest, most difficult to hear .. but accurate .. criticism you’ve ever gotten. Does it still apply?


I like criticism. It spurs you to improvement in yourself. When criticism is done in a right manner, it’s helpful. Like a teacher who points out your mistakes in class work, home work and tests, you strive harder and try to achieve better marks.

Most people criticize others to belittle them. These petty minded creatures derive pleasure from other people’s pain. They criticize you in front of an audience to savor the embarrassment and look of pain on your face. They must be getting a feeling of satisfaction in their embittered hearts.
I think such people are vindictive, mean and heartless.

If you haven’t come across such a person, you are one lucky guy!

If you are a true friend and you would like to say something you will say it in a private moment, not wanting other people to notice what you are saying. You will wait to be alone with each other. When criticism is done in front of an audience the only objective must be ridicule and disapproval.

If you continually criticize a person, it leads to feelings of misery and dejection. If these feelings persist, it can lead to depression.

I am trying to remember my moments of embarrassment. I am not recalling, so I must have sub- consciously blocked hurtful memories.

My number one critic is my daughter. She gives it to me straight and without mincing words or sugar coating them to soften the ax she let’s fall on my head. Sometimes I do find it is true but most of the time she does have pre conceived and distorted views of me. I find this very daunting and it does gets me down

In my family I am the shortest in height. God compensated in giving me looks and intelligence. While growing up I was too young to comprehend other people’s motives. My In- laws would continuously point out the flaw in me. Probably they felt it was God given right or something. It was hurtful.

I have written about this in one of my earlier blog, https://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/I’m-not-short/

I think, in desperation I wanted to go through surgery. I had read that this type of surgery was done in China. Thank God I couldn’t possibly go to China, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened to my legs and how I would have ended up.

I am happy as I am.

Images Credit: Google.
A Torment To Bear


Sunshine Award

Life Confusions nominated me for the Sunshine Award.


Thank You for the Award.

Please visit http://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/
Her blogs are light, funny and entertaining.

Rules for the award are:
1. Use the Sunshine Award logo in the post.
2. Link to whoever nominated you.
3. Write ten pieces of information about yourself.
4. Nominate ten fellow bloggers, “who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere.
5. Leave a comment on the nominees’ blogs to tell them of the award.

Who am I? The Information:

1. Should I say it or should I not?
I am a Scorpio. My birth date falls at the end of October.
My marriage date falls in the first week of October.
My late husband’s birthday was also in October.
My younger brother was born on 10th Oct.
My mother died in this month.
My daughter’s Nikah Ceremony was held in this month.

October plays an important part in my life. Interesting isn’t it?

2. I am a terribly shy person whose face goes red in secs, making people think I am
running a temperature.
It goes back to normal after the ordeal of meeting new people is over.

3. I love books. My idea of Heaven is, there will be books galore.

4. My favorite food is Chinese.

5. I hunker after an expensive car, but money is tight so I will have to get a cheaper one.

6. I love Plants. They are an important part of my life.

7. I like sincere people who are straight forward in their dealings. I don’t like people with double
personalities. The goody one on view and the bad one for reality.

8. I love Chocolates. It would have been marvelous if I could have them for breakfast, lunch and
dinner with no ill effects.

9. My weakness is buying new shoes. Any opportunity to get them, I don’t miss it.

10. I hoard things. I am attached by an invisible thread to my old things.

Now for the Nominations.

1. http://processingthelife.wordpress.com/

2. http://zainabjavid.wordpress.com/

3. http://stephaniemartinglennon.com

4. http://i’mjustsupersaiyan.wordpress.com/

5. http://sweetwildflower.wordpress.com/

6. http://angloswiss-chronicles.com

7. http://inspirationenergy.wordpress.com/

8. http://mycookinglifebypatty.com

9. http://theeagertraveller.com

10. http://bbgoodman.wordpress.com/

All the Nominees are wonderful people.

I hope all the nominees will accept the award. Thank you.

Sunshine Award

Weekly Rambling

Daily Prompt: ————-is the new ————-
Click over to your favorite blog, and pick out 4th and 14th words (that aren’t “the” or “an”). Drop them into this phrase: “………….. is the new …………….” There’s your post title.

I went over to my favorite blog, “She’s a Maineiac.” It’s Darla’s 19th Oct’s post.
The 4th word was ” weekly” and the 14th word was “rambling.”

I think I will do a rambling of a sort on weekly bases. This will give me time to attend to much needed work to be done. The Daily Post has me and countless others scrambling to write a post. Where as others are quick to respond to it, thinking aloud ……….. “How are they so ready to write?” the Poor Me wrack my brain inwardly and on the outside scratch my head repeatedly to come up with something. My hair start sticking up as I keep tapping at the grey matter to rescue me from my dreadful predicament.

Mornings I don’t go out. Why? “Oh! I have to answer the Daily Prompt.

The days when the Internet stops working seem hellish. I wait………. It’s a long wait most of the time. I have no inkling as what to write, and finally when I get to know, I keep wondering what to write. All the bloggers have finished long ago and I am the lone straggler. I am glued to the screen.
My son calls my iPad, “Mama’s identifying Symbol.”


My library books are piling up on the desk. After the three weeks period I return them unread. On the ironing board my clothes beckon me to iron them. When will I do the ironing? In the evening or maybe some other time.

My son is busy, I should go out and de head the roses so that they keep sprouting new buds. Look at me, I don’t have time for that.

My son has asked me to bake his favorite cake, A Date Cake. A few days earlier he bought walnuts for it. They are there lying on top of the fridge. They stare at me frigidly, whenever I am in the kitchen asking me silently, “Why am I not using them?”

My bed invites me to sleep but I am oblivious. I will catch up on sleep some other time.

What am I upto?

I am lost in the virtual world.

Weekly Rambling

The Unknown

Daily Prompt: Release Me
Tell about the blog you were most nervous to publish– and what it was like to set it free.
Show FREE.


I was nervous when I started to write for the first time on WordPress. My nerves were jittery. What to write? My writing skills were zero. My school and college days were memories of the past. Correct grammar was forgotten. English is not my first language. At home my husband and I conversed with each other in Pushto. With people who didn’t know Pushto, we talked in Urdu. My English was now practically dripping with rust and grime.

The WordPress was an unknown entity too. I was venturing into an un- revealed world. Taking my first steps were scaring and shaky. I felt as if I was going to fall down on my face. It was like rediscovering English and making the grey cells in my brain stir from their deep sleep.

Believe me, they didn’t feel like moving, even a little bit. I kept my prodding. They made weary sighs of weariness but I looked the other way. Years of disuse had taken their toll. They were mush. I kept on, relentless in my pursuit.

It was a beginning. I gave my first writing the caption, “Beginning.”

This is how my journey of writing with WordPress started. It set me FREE.

Free to discover the world of blogging.

The Unknown

Missing Home

Daily Prompt: Home Sweet Home
When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?
Show HOME.

I have made a new home. I live with my son now but I do miss my own home terribly. Home is not just a place where we eat and sleep. A home is a sanctuary for us. When we enter and close the front door, we feel happy to be home.

It’s our Heaven on earth. It’s a place where we shut the door to the rest of the world and a feeling of relief course through our hearts. It’s a place where we welcome family and friends.

I miss my home, my plants, my things, my furniture, my knick knacks I acquired over the years. I do yearn for them sometimes. With the death of my husband last year my children worried about me for being alone. When I am away from my children I miss them too. I think that yearn is greater.

Missing Home

Memorable Days

Daily Prompt: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?


When I get amazing, wonderful news I smile and have tears in my eyes at the same time. It seems intense happiness brings on tears as well. At that moment I feel thankful to God that he blessed me with good tidings. I feel humbled at the same time that it could have been the other way round.

The whole day I go around with a blissful smile on my face. I share the good news with my children first, and if family or friends call they do get to hear my news as well. I have seen many among my family and friends, they don’t share their happy news with you. They feel if they reveal their news they may attract the evil eye. Sooner or later you hear it from some other source, you feel a sort of let down.

It is the norm among us to send something sweet to family and friends and that’s what I do.

The day seems to me full of brightness and to me it looks as if the whole world is rejoicing along with me.

Here is a poem by me.

You greet the incredible news with heart bursting and celebration
Have a sumptuous meal and give thanks a zillion

The news you hear you did never envision
You feel incredible joy and elation
You laugh and dance to enliven
And enjoy the time and feel yourself in Heaven

One does have memorable days
But as life goes by you forget
Hazyness occurs the memory goes dull
Time flows past and you do forget

The happiness you felt becomes a thing of the past
The feelings so blissful become vague and don’t last

Memorable Days

The Community Of Bloggers

Daily Prompt: Community Service
Your entire community–however you define that; your hometown, your neighbor, your family, your colleagues—-is guaranteed to read your blog tomorrow. Write the post you’d like them all to see.
Show Community.


I have known so many communities
Community of friends, relatives and neighbors
But the new one amazes me more than the rest
Readers it answers to the name, the bloggers

They are top notch and fun to read
You see their pages, it adds to pleasure
Time and again they come up with something
Reading their blogs sends you in raptures

Love to read, think and meander
The bloggers are the beguilers
With their pictures, their stories
Weave and share, they’re the travelers

The Community Of Bloggers

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