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My New Friends

Last week I was returning back to Houston. I had missed my next plane from Atlanta, Georgia due to the storm brewing over it.

In the air train four young people (3 boys and a girl) befriended me in guiding to the next train. They had pulled me down with them when I didn’t know where to get down. It was nice of them, and they all shouted goodbyes to me with instructions to get down on which terminal.

I had a long wait ahead of me for the next plane flying to Bush International. A young man walked to the seat beside me, asking whether it was taken. When I replied in the negative he sat down in it.

He was eating something. When he finished, he started talking. I am never the one to start conversations with total strangers. If he hadn’t, I would have never spoken to him. He was easy to talk to, and soon we were chatting like old friends.

He was a dentist by profession, and had applied for enrollment for further studies at Houston. He was going for an interview. He was apprehensive as to getting in the program. I tried to bolster his confidence with talk of him succeeding at it this time.

He showed me a picture of his three months old son, and his pretty wife. His old parents lived with him. He was all praise for his wife for looking after his aged parents.

We talked, and laughed during our long wait at the airport. My wait wasn’t boring, because of him. I wished him luck, and good health, as we got in line to board the plane.

Daily Prompt: Middle Seat

It turns out that your neighbor on the plane/bus/train (or the person sitting at the next table at the coffee shop) is a very, very chatty tourist. Do you try to switch seats, go for a non-committal brief small talk, or make this person your new best friend?


Nothin’ But A Good Time

My idea of fun time may differ from others. I arrived back from Roanoke, Virginia on 18th at one in the morning. My connecting flight to Houston was via Atlanta. There was a severe storm over it by the time the plane circled overhead, so the plane was diverted to Knoxville, Tennessee. We stayed put in the aircraft for an hour and a half.

By the time we reached Atlanta, I had missed my next flight. It had left an hour ago. Finding out I should head to which terminal was another headache. There were long lines, all wanting to know when next flights were available, and they should go in which direction.

All the items in my checked bag were soaking wet when I opened it at home. What happened to it? I don’t know. I am trying to dry out my stuff. Thankfully the lovely wall hangings (gifts from my daughter) are dry — a miracle, because God’s Words were on them.

My favorite carry on is torn, and one wheel is broken. I heard the scrunching noise when the stewardess rammed it into the overhead storage space. I didn’t realize that my carry on has gone on its last journey. Luckily my iPad and Surface 3 survived the impact.

Since yesterday my idea of having a good time is having uninterrupted sleep, and wishing my room to be in order.

Daily Prompt

Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?



It happened to me yesterday. I was on the flight from Houston to Atlanta, and onwards to Roanoke, Virginia. When the flight reached Atlanta, for some reason the aircraft’s doors weren’t opened for the passengers to disembark. We remained sitting for quite some time.

After getting off the plane, I asked for directions to the next terminal for boarding the plane. It wasn’t mentioned on my boarding pass. The lady put me in a cart to catch the train to the terminal.

I didn’t look at the time, figuring I had enough until boarding started. I went to a restroom, leisurely brushed my teeth, and freshened up. After putting my hijab back on, I wandered to my terminal.

Some people were standing in lines, while others were sitting. I thought the lines were for a different flight, so I didn’t take any notice.

I immersed myself in playing Sudoku on my IPad. I had not set the time to change automatically on my IPad. It was set to Houston time. Atlanta was one hour ahead.

After finishing my game it registered with me that the whole sitting area was empty. I went to the desk to enquire, and was told that the flight was already boarded. The chap knew my name without my telling, as I was the last one straggler.

Wasn’t I embarrassed to see everyone waiting for me. I was looking for my seat number. It was at the back of the plane. The sweet couple sitting at the back of my seat laughed, and said, “Here you are. It’s all yours”. The man got up to help me in stowing my carry on.

Thank God I didn’t miss my plane, otherwise I would have caused unnecessary worry to my children.


Isn’t Your Face Red

When was the last time you were embarrassed? How do you react to embarrassment?