Conjure

Sometimes I conjure images of my late husband R. I try to imagine what will be my reaction the minute I see him? I will rush forward, and envelope him in a great big hug.

While traveling back from the village to Peshawar, condemned to spend hours in the car by the slow moving vehicles which had formed four, or five rows on the thin narrow road, I caught a glimpse of someone who looked like R. It brought back sharp memories of him. I continued to see him trying to direct the vehicles into some semblance of order. He had left his own Jeep to his driver. He must have been someone of importance, because shortly afterwards the police arrived to take over the responsibility of directing the traffic.

It was just the back view of him which reminded me of my husband. It took us (the driver, and I) four exhausting hours to reach Peshawar. The truck loaded with furniture (from my home in the village), and three laborers had reached hours earlier than us, and were waiting impatiently by the locked gate. The furniture was unloaded, and put into the garage. The sofas, and dining chairs went into the empty guest room.

Next day everything was moved upstairs into the enclosed space of the veranda. Some items got sold, and they had to be moved downstairs again for them to be taken away. There are still furniture, and personal items to be removed from the house in the village. I didn’t want my greedy step brother in law to use my things in case he forcibly decided to occupy my home in my absence.

My enclosed veranda.

Conjure

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Simplify

The fire alarm in front of my bedroom door was throwing shafts of brilliant light instead of ringing for no apparent reason. It hurt my eyes. My immediate thought was to go, and check the cooking range whether Son might have left a burner on while getting his breakfast, a few minutes back before the fire alarm decided to go berserk. No— everything looked fine. This simplified the matter. We weren’t the culprits, as the trouble wasn’t brewing in our home.

We had to sit tight for the trouble elsewhere to get sorted. Meanwhile we simply had to wait.

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Tend

I tend to be cautious, but where was I when my iPad went missing? I realized my iPad wasn’t in my luggage on the third day of my arrival in MA. In Dubai I fell down the escalator. While one woman was going through my carryon, another one was trying to find something on my hands, and feet.

Meanwhile I was feeling dizzy. I didn’t pay any attention to whether my things were put back in their respective places, or not?

Apps, photos, games and puzzles are lost. I feel lost too.

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Conversation

A Happy New Year to every one — to you — to me. I need happiness badly. My new year began with tears due to the harassment from my step brother in law Bashir. It was a phone conversation from my late husband’s sister’s husband N. He has gone on board with Bashir telling me that that he, his children, Bashir, his brother’s sons have their share in my my village home, and land. 

Bashir’s greed leaves me furiously angry. I had never cursed anyone in my life before the new turn my life has taken with the death of my brother in law Aziz.

Where was their bogus claim when my husband was alive? Where were they when my brother in law Aziz was alive? Bashir is not satisfied by taking over Aziz’s assets, land and property. He is hungry for more. He is the puppeteer behind the scene trying to divert people’s attention from his own nefarious doings. He now wants to take over my property. He can only harass a widow knowing I am alone at his mercy. 

He has threatened to break the boundary wall, and locks in my home. My children fearing for my safety have told me not to go to the village, and leave immediately for US. I don’t want to leave till I sell my home, and land. I can’t turn tail by leaving mine, and my children’s inheritance to the likes of Bashir, and others. 

Their twisted minds pushes me into anger, and in frustration I’m polluting my mouth with curses on the likes of them. They are like vultures descending on me, and trying to frighten me.

I am going to file harassment charges against Bashir, and his cohorts. It’s the only course open to me.

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Saintly

Maybe I’m prejudiced, but I’ve stopped believing that good people (saintly) exist.

Maybe they are there, but I haven’t come across them.

I feel I’m in a quagmire with the death of my brother in law. I feel I’m orphaned once again. Someone has pulled the covering from my head, and left it bare.

My step brother in law, his wife and his demised brother’s two sons are trying to grab my home, and land in the village. They tell me that it’s not mine. Their treacherous, and ignomious behavior is terribly upsetting.

At the moment it’s in my possession, but the minute I’m gone from here they ‘re likely to do their mischief. The administration in Charsadda has assured me it won’t happen, but I won’t be here. 

I’m wondering at extending my stay, and actively looking for buyers. No one has come forward. For the villagers it’s fun watching the live drama in their midst. A widow (that’s me) on one side, and the the land grabbing mafia consisting of dear step brother, his wife, and two sons of his brother.

I just wonder with which face they face Allah now. Have they forgotten the Hereafter? We all are going to meet our Creator one day, or they think with their prayers on one side they will brazen it out.

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Saintly

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Mushroom


A view of Son’s previous home. I had to delete the overall view to keep out its number.

Son’s house in Sugar Land went to his ex after his divorce. He let it be, because of his three sons. Mushrooms would occasionally show up on the front lawn. I was tempted to gather them, but I didn’t know whether they were safe to eat, so other then to take a photo, or two (looked through photos, I must have deleted them) I didn’t pluck them. 
My late husband’s sis in law K was fond of mushrooms. They grew abundantly on her father’s agricultural land. We tasted those mushrooms, when husband, and I visited with his brother A and his wife. I wish I had asked K for the recipe. The taste was simply divine. I have never come across mushrooms cooked so deliciously. K died in 2004 of breast cancer, while A died recently on November 6. They had no children. A used to go, and lie beside K’s grave for hours on end. He didn’t marry after his wife’s death.

Today is the end of our internet, and Son, and I are leaving on Monday. I will try to post via my phone’s hot spot if it’s possible. It may be a week I will be able to visit my favorite blogs, or write. So bye for now. Be safe, and be happy. Sheen.

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Mushroom

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Droll

Our home is a mess, littered with boxes, and there is hardly any space left to move around. Some items are left for the last day to pack, and my blood pressure shoots up at the thought whether we will be done with packing on the day we are leaving. 

There has been bad news one after the other. First one was about brother in law A dying. Son and I bought the tickets, and then we learnt that step brother in law B has taken over the houses, land, money left for Son (as A didn’t have children of his own). A in his last will left everything for Son to inherit. B has taken the papers, and everything. 

Son was upset over his step uncle’s behavior. We never expected this from B. Two nights before we were woken up from sleep by the banging on our front door. “Open the door”. It was midnight. Both of us were apprehensive as to who was there, and frightened at opening the door. It was the police. Son asked them to show themselves, so that he could ascertain via the peep hole as to whether they were actually the police. Son went to the balcony to look at their vehicle. He then opened the door to them.

The first question was, “Do you have a gun?” Son’s answer was no. They started questioning him. After answering their questions, Son asked them why had they come? Their answer was so droll. They said that someone had reported that Son was going to commit suicide (God forbid).  They weren’t telling us the person’s name. We were astonished at how can someone make up a lie like that? 

The police stayed for an hour. After they were satisfied with Son’s answers they left. Son found out on his own as to who sent the police. Son had written on his Facebook account to his friend S that he was under a lot of stress. Soon all his friends knew. S is currently in Australia. He told his brother, who is a doctor in Oregon, and he alerted the Texas police. We took the police coming in a good way that his friends were concerned about him, instead of the intrusion at midnight.

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Droll

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Life of Sheen

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