Facing Trouble

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Picture taken from the cabin onward to Newark.

Yesterday I came from Houston to Newark. Nowadays in Ramadan I get up at 4.30am to have breakfast because of fasting. Yesterday I got up at 2.30 am to have it as the flight was at six. I didn’t feel like eating but forced myself. Left home at three in the morning. My son drove me. He checked in my one piece of luggage. Poor thing he had to get up early because of me.

Onward from there the trouble started. As I got to the screening I had no sense of impending doom. I loaded my handbag and sandals onto the tray and headed towards my own screening. Hands held over the head, I faced the camera. As I stepped out of the cubicle, I was held. Told to wait as other passengers breezed through. Again, I was lead through another screening. Another one, a period of waiting, and then another one. The alarm bells over my predicament now were in full swing in my head. My face you can imagine was beet red in color. All the things in my handbag were searched. Still barefoot, I was lead to another cubicle for body search.

My body was searched as to what they call a Pat Down. It was humiliating. God knows what they were trying to find. My bare feet went through swabs of cotton. By now my anger knew no bounds. I wanted to bite the two women’s heads off. I took off my scarf and then my abaya and asked sarcastically, ” Want me to take off my clothes so that you can have another go at me?” Perplexedly they shook their heads. As one of the women held the abaya in her hands, I found out the buttons in the abaya caused me all this grief. It dawned on those women too at this point. Stupid camera machine! It doesn’t know buttons. I hope the inventors and the installers face the same music which I went through.

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At Rainbow’s End

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My husband

Thoughts on First Anniversary of my husband’s death, 2nd August 2012.

You are feeling desolate. You are looking right at people, feeling empty inside with shock filled eyes. The shock of your husband dying. You have still not come to grips with the fact even after a year.

You think it’s a bad dream. You think it will fade and go away. Your world has turned upside down. A bleak sky frowns and glares upon you. You lose your life partner, the one you held onto through thick and thin. A load of misery awash your soul. Pain and tears fill your eyes with remembrance of a person, death never hesitated and took him away from you.

The mere mention and the floodgates open into a deluge. The hurt is never away. It resides within your soul. It comes out at unexpected moments. Terrible moments.
Love you, till we meet again.

I wrote this today as I will be traveling tomorrow.

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Roses photo Credit; Shutterstock.

Keeping Faith

Yesterday in The Huffington Post a writer called Ramadan a Muslim holiday. I wanted to clear the misconception, it’s not a holiday for Muslims. You are not taking a break. You go about your work but observe thirty days fasting with the beginning of the month of Ramadan.

The fast begins with the crack of dawn and ends in the evening when the sun goes down. You are not eating any food or drinking water during dawn to dusk. You break your fast with the call of the Muezzin for the evening prayers. Before dawn you have your breakfast or whatever you want to eat and with the call of Muezzin to morning prayers your fast begins. You are not taking a holiday. You go about your work and students go to schools and colleges. Nowadays the young ones are lucky they are having summer vacations otherwise it would have been very hard for them.

Ramadan was and is enjoined upon Muslims who keep faith in One, True God. He is One, The Supreme Being who created the human beings and everything in this Universe.

Below is the 112 Surah (chapter) Al Ikhlas (The Purity of Faith)from The Quran.
بسم اله الرحمن الرحيم
قل هو اله احد
اله صمد
لم يلد و لم يولد
و لم يكن له كفوا احد
The Translation

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Say: He is Allah,
The One and Only;
Allah, the Eternal, Absolute;
He neither begot anyone
Nor was He begotten;
And there is none
Like unto Him.

The spirit of fasting is that we should become better people. It’s main purpose is to clean our souls. Alas! More among us follow the letter and not the spirit of Ramadan. God gave us this month as a Gift. It was so the human soul develops Piety. It was so that we see the hunger and help people less fortunate than us. Help us God to become better human beings. Amen.

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Best Friends Forever

My closest friend is my daughter. You can call her my very best friend. I was a stay at home mom. Being motherless myself from an early stage I used to be worried that it shouldn’t happen to my children. I loved my children with an intensity, always worried that I may kick the bucket way too soon leaving my kids to life’s vagaries. My whole world revolved around them and still do.

My husband being in the army the children and I were alone at home most of the time. As the children grew up and we faced the many transfers of my husband, we would be posted to such places where education was not up to the standard we liked. We didn’t like leaving our children with relatives. The one option left was hostels. My husband didn’t like leaving Nola in a hostel, but he was okay with our son being left. His thinking was that a boy can take care of himself better than a girl.

Wherever we were posted, Nola and I used to be alone at home and would keep each other company. We enjoyed each other but Nola would forget that I was the mother and would boss me. We had many fights too as she would question my decisions about her.

With her I never needed to talk to other people, as my own chatterbox kept me entertained with her talking and singing all the time. As a small child she was highly protective. Once we went to Nathiagali in winter for skiing. We had invited my cousin and her family for the trip with us. We had gone for a walk. My cousin Z playfully pelted me with snow balls when she suddenly called for help. My daughter had pushed her because she thought I was being attacked by Z.

It’s funny really even my granddaughter M 1 thought when she was four years old that Nola was my mother. She asked M 1 how old was Nano (that’s me) and her reply was that I was six and younger than her. Nowadays Nola’s son TJ is quite confused. He has heard her many times saying that Nano is her eldest child. The last time I visited he was trying to find out what his relationship was with me.

When she came to USA with her husband she was a student on a scholarship. We helped with money as much as we could but still life was hard for her. Years before when looking at an Epilady in Woman’s Weekly I remarked that I was going to get it for myself if I went abroad. At that time it was not available in our country. Can you imagine she had remembered that. She sent me that on my birthday. She knows my penchant for crockery. I have told you the story previously how she made her children carry a set of five dishes and a Lazy Susan. They had to change various airlines along the route. Her children were fed up on hand carrying Nano’s gift and wanted to throw it away.

During my various operations, she was the one looking after me. I won’t bore you with the details. She would nurse me to health and recovery. She would do whatever I asked her with unfailing good spirits. She was truly God’s Blessing for me and still is. I am glad that we are friends more than mother and daughter. Hope we remain so.😌. Amen.

A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same. (Elbert Hubbard)

Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead
Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow
Just walk beside me and be my friend
(Albert Camus)

And here is a poem which sums it up.

When we first talked to each other
I knew we would always be friends
Our friendship has kept on growing
And I’ll be here for you to the end.

You listen when I have a problem
And help dry the tears from my face
You take away my sorrow
And put happiness in it’s place

We can’t forget the fun we’ve had
Laughing ’til our faces turn blue
Talking of things only we find funny
People think we’re insane- if they only knew

I guess this is my way of saying thanks
For catching me when I fall
Thanks once again for being such a good friend
And being here with me through it all

(Anonymous)

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Life After Blogs

The love of my life
The bane of my existence
If I had not known you
I would cease to exist

You show me the world
With a touch of my hands
I gain knowledge
Of distant lands

I mingle with people far away
Make friends for life anyway

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Life After Blogs

This is in response to
Your life without a computer!
What does it look like?

Missing Slippers

I was mystified as to how I had a cut on my slippers. They were looking old too, and torn. As to how in God’s Name I managed to do that? I did ask myself. Luckily I had another pair. Got the new ones out for using. After a few days I noticed the slippers changed their shapes. My feet are wide and the slippers were narrow. Oh God! I must be getting Kidneys’ infection. They may have got swollen, that was my first thought as I peered at my feet (being myopic) a little anxiously. They looked as they had looked before. No change, I ascertained to my relief, but the slippers were not the ones I had purchased. Though they were the same color.

And then I found out. My very precious granddaughters M1, M2, M3 (they were on a visit) without looking at the slippers would plop their feet into them and would use them around the house. They would be visiting their other set of grandparents and leaving mine there or theirs’ here became a routine thing at our home. I took to guarding my slippers like a zealot when my granddaughters were around.

Same thing happened this January when I visited my daughter in Riyadh. We went for Umra (short pilgrimage) to Mecca and Madinah. During night when I needed to go to the bathroom the slippers would be missing. They wouldn’t be where they were supposed to be, beside my bed. I was sharing the hotel room, GUESS with WHOM? You guessed correctly, the three Ms’. Same was the case when we went out. When we came back I would be searching here and there for a while till I found my erstwhile slippers.

God help me! I will be sharing their room when I go to New York this time. Any suggestions? 😕

Photo Courtesy of Shutterstock

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A Pinch Of You

Mother wanted a child. It was past seven years and a few months now. Time was passing in a blur. She begged God day and night.

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Her pleas finally got God’s attention. The materials at hand were;
Shyness Cups Unlimited
Bashfulness Cups Unlimited
Indecisiveness as much you want
Blushes 1 Cup
Neatness 3/4 Cup
Cleanliness 1 Cup
Forgetfulness 1/2 Cup
Brains 3/4 Cup
Fairness plus Brown Hair plus Brown Eyes as needed
Books to be used as blood in the body so the child gets hungry for them the minute she sniffs

All these He put together. He sent the Concoction to the Mother.

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She was ecstatic at getting the Gift from God. Nine months later she held her baby girl in her arms.

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She prayed for a baby
And a baby she got
But Alas! The time she had
Was a time too short

She enjoyed this baby. In a period of five years more she got three more babies. Finally she left them all to Life’s Harsh Winds for her Final Abode.

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That baby grew up, and morphed into a young lady. Met Life’s Companion. Got married. Got Life’s Joys. (Two Kids) The Life’s Companion, she had, left alone on a Final Journey to Eternity.

The Life we had
And the life, I live now
Was Spring
Now it’s Fall

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Galveston Beach 2010

Storm photo and mother praying, courtesy of Web.

A Pinch Of You/weekly writing challenge

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