Halloween’s Treats

If bloggers had their own Halloween and could go from blog to blog collecting “treats,” what would your blog hand out?



This is not a trick, it's just a little treat
Because you are out to enjoy Halloween
With me, isn't that sweet?




Cartoon Images: Google
Halloween’s Treats


A Happy Birthday To Me

Daily Prompt: First
Tell about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.


Today is the first time I am wishing myself a Happy Birthday.

I have never done this before. Usually a week earlier I remember my birth date is coming up. Then I forget about it.

My husband was not the type who remembered birthdays or anniversaries. On my wedding anniversaries I would try to remind him so that I could get a present out of him. (I am embarrassed, HeHe). He would say, “Go buy yourself a present, whatever you want.” This reply would dampen my spirits to no end.

Tell me, “What is the fun in getting yourself a present?”

In the beginning I naively reminded him about my birth date ….. the all important 30th Oct.

What he would do? Let me tell you.

He would add 10 to 20 years (depending upon his mood) to my age and then the flood of jokes would open. I don’t joke with people about their ages. His jokes would rile me and I would be wishing myself miles away.

My children remember my birthday date, my daughter more than my son. Every year she would remind me on my birthday how old I was. After a certain time you don’t want to remember how old you are getting every year. Finally at age thirty seven I stopped her from telling me the milestones I was gathering.

Today is the first time in fifteen years, a long time I can say, my son and I are under the same roof on my birthday.

When I went down to get myself a glass of cold water, my son was saying his morning prayer. When he finished he came towards me, a smile lighting his face. He hugged me wishing me a Happy Birthday.

A Happy Birthday To Me

No Woman Driver


My daughter lives in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. Women are not allowed to drive there. A woman is totally dependent on her husband to take her to get things done. If he is not available then she has to call a taxi. Monthly expenditures on taxis are high which cuts a hole in your budget.

My son in law has a great sense of humor. He sent me this uTube video he came across. I wanted to share it.

The Seven Words

Daily Prompt: Seven Wonders
Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?


The seven words can be: Yes, No, Eat, Drink, Work, Leave and Sleep.


Yes or No, because you have to make decisions all the time. These two words will say that you agree or disagree. I have come across many people who use these words when they don’t have a common language for using. Yes and No are the two basic words often used.


You have to Eat and Drink to stay alive. These words are important in dealing with that aspect.


You have to work all your life, whether it is working at home or going for work outside and earning a living. So this word is important too.


The sixth word is Leave. You are leaving home, going to work or leaving a place, you have to use the word or indicate it.


The last one: Sleep. We do need to sleep. Sleep takes seven to eight hours from the twenty four hours cycle.

So Folks that should suffice us. It will simplify our life. We won’t have any need to hack our brains to pieces on learning how to communicate with each other. We won’t be talking. That will reduce the noise pollution. There won’t be any disagreements so that will end the strife going on around the world. There will be Peace.


Images Credit: Google.
The Seven Words

I Need God

Daily Prompt: The Golden Hour
6.00 AM: The best hour of the day, or too close to your 3.00 AM bedtime?
Show DAWN.

However late I sleep, due to my own bad habit of not getting to bed on time, I usually wake up around five in the morning.
Why? Because I need to go to the bathroom otherwise it will be hogged by H, my grandson. He then very kindly occupies it for the next thirty minutes. So I have to time it to be the first. The third one Sn keeps on banging at the bathroom door, simultaneously yelling at H to hurry up otherwise both of them will be late for the school bus.

The reason I have to be early is, I have to get up and say my Fajr Prayer and so my day begins.
My Poem.

Dawn begins with a prayer
A prayer to the Almighty Being
He is my God, my anchorage
To Him in the end I’ll be going

I need God, He doesn’t need me
I have to pray for my own salvation
The early dawn I need to pray
To remember, to give thanks and then I am done

To confess: I am groggy in the morning if I don’t get the needed quota of sleep to replenish myself.


I Need God

Not Enough Sleep

Daily Prompt: Breakdown
Tell about a habit you’d like to break. Is there anyway it can play a positive role in your life?


My bad habit is not having enough sleep. I start remembering so many things which I didn’t get done. At the same time all my worries crowd my brain. They rise to the surface or I can say they come to the forefront of my thoughts.

Probably the onset of night brings on all my insecurities to life. I do get a bit pessimist when night takes over day.

Before I sleep I have to say my night prayers. I should get my prayers done when I finish my walk, but my super lazy self takes over. It tells me to take a few minutes break. This break then extends into hours.

I feel tired after my walk so I sit down and browse through the Internet or start reading a book. I forget I have to say my prayers and go to bed. In between when I look at my watch, I realize to my horror that it is late.

I rush and say my prayers which I should have done in the first place. Finally I am done. Onward to bed and worries take over. I try to banish negative thoughts. I plump my pillow and turn on my side to get sleep.

Then it is the turn of sleep to elude me.

Aaron Riddle’s Sketch. http://www.acriddle.com

Not Enough Sleep

Life of Sheen

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