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A Soul Rejoices

I am answering yesterday’s prompt.

I was deadbeat yesterday. I reached my bed (the previous night) at 2.30 am (preparations for food). Got up at 5.10 to answer the Fajr Prayer, then headed towards the kitchen to resume what further needed to be done.

I made two sweet dishes, so that the ladies had a choice. In between I managed to make breakfast too. Then prepared a huge bowl of salad. The chicken pieces which I had coated with my special mixture (a day before), I put them in the oven to bake. Last item left was Chinese fried rice. It was to go with Gen Tsao chicken which I had done a day earlier. 

For the past many years when it was my turn to invite someone for food, I managed by inviting them to a restaurant. Yesterday was really an uphill task by doing the cooking myself. It would have looked odd inviting people to a restaurant for a reading of the Quran.

I am glad I held the rememberance for my (late) husband. I was afraid I may not be able to manage.

All that food doesn’t reach a soul. When people gather to read God’s Book, Angels come, and watch. They go, and tell the dead person’s soul, “your ……… did this, and sent God’s Blessings on you”.

And the soul rejoices. 

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Game of Groans

Think about an object, an activity, or a cultural phenomenon you really don’t like. Now write a post (tongue in cheek or not — your call!) about why it’s the best thing ever.

Familial Feast

I would love to have an Aunts’ Day, as aunts are a forgotten specie. They are least remembered, and honored.

My father’s younger sister Zareen, whom we called Babo (aunt in Pushto language) acted as a surrogate mother to us in the absence of our mother. Our mother died very early in life at age twenty eight. When our father was absent from home, she would come, run our home, and look after us.

Dear Babo, may you have great rewards with God. All His Blessings on you, Ameen.

Another person is my younger sister. She acted as a mother to our nephew Asif, when she was herself twelve years old. Our sister-in-law made it her duty to look after the baby. She had to feed the baby, and remain awake the whole night.

Here is to Aunts —- they are the greatest.

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Familial Feasts

Many countries celebrate Father’s Day and Mother’s Day. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?

It’s My Party – 2

I have long given up on holding parties at my home, even when R (my husband) was alive. If I have to — I invite the guests to a local restaurant. That takes care of it. It’s a costly endeavor, but I don’t have to toil, and groan at the amount of work involved in arranging a party.

R’s third death anniversary is on August the second. To send Blessings his way I will have to gather ladies to come for a Khatam Quran (reading of the Quran). This year I am planning it ahead of time in July. Why July? Because my daughter along with her family is coming to spend Eid-ul-Fitr with me. Inshallah!

Nola can help me with the guests, the reading, and the cooking. I don’t plan to cook all the dishes at home. There is a good restaurant from where I can get delicious seekh kababs, and other mouth watering food.

It will still be a lot of work as each lady will be bringing her children along. I can’t expect the ladies minus children. The men folk will be at work so they won’t participate. 

I am looking forward with trepidation. It will look odd to hold a Khatam Quran in a restaurant, hence the holding at home. I can only hope it goes well, so please send good wishes my way. 

  
Above is R. Allah’s Blessings, and Peace on him.

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It’s My Party

You’re throwing a party — for you! Tell us all about the food, drink, events, and party favours you’ll have for your event of a lifetime. Use any theme you like — it’s *your* party!

Peace be Upon You

This isn’t about the third sentence from Mrs Anglo Swiss’s blog. I got the idea about what to write was from her second last, and third last paragraphs.

Muslims greet each other with the words:

  

These words are : AssalamuAlaikum Warahmatullahi Wah Barakatuhu. 

The translation: May Peace be upon you, and God’s Mercy, and Blessings.

Normally people use a shorter version which is; AssalamuAlaikum (Peace be upon you). The return reply is: WahlaikumAssalam which means “to you Peace be upon you”.

The correct way of etiquette is that the person who is younger should greet first the older one. Another way is that both should say it at the same time. Some who are arrogant, and have a mistaken idea about their own worth wait till the other person say it first, and then they deign to reply.

I have really met such people. Basically they are good people, but why they act this way is beyond me. I hold parents responsible, and specially the mothers for such an attitude. Children learn from their parents, and teachers. Good manners should be taught at an early age when children are impressionable. What they imbibe at this stage makes up their personalities later on.

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Third From the Top

Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.


My Two Best Friends

Daily Prompt: On Bees and EfS
Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story about your BFF (or lack there of).

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Throughout my life I had quite a share of best friends. Due to lack of communication, we drifted apart, and now we don’t keep in touch.

Nowadays my best friends are my son S, and grandson IB. Although with IB there is a lack of conversation, and more of playing games. I gallop on a horse along with him on a quest for food. We are hungry, and he shoots down a crow for us to eat. I point out to him that a crow is not halal, and we can’t have it for meals. He tells me, “Oh! Dado, we are not really eating it, are we?”

I was persuading my little best friend to leave with me for Charlotte, North Carolina. My daughter was asking me for a short visit with her. IB agreed, but in the morning he changed his mind. The explanation from him was that he was busy right now.

In the evening when IB got to know (from his father) that his birthplace was Raleigh, he had a change of heart. I was fortunate enough to get a visit from him early the next morning, telling me I should come and pack his clothes.

It is truly a blessing to have best friends.

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My Two Best Friends

The Gift of Time

Daily Prompt: Familial Feasts
Yesterday was Father’s Day in many countries. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?

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Dedicating a day doesn’t appeal to me. It’s mere commercialism, duping us into a frenzy of buying. Caring, loving, giving shouldn’t last a day. It should be for the whole year through. Spending time, and talking can be gifts too.

The ones which were kind to me in my time of needing, I always remember them in my prayers. I send God’s blessings on them. If they are alive, I pray for their health and happiness, and if are no longer, I pray for their souls for eternal bliss in Heaven.

A distant aunt of my husband R comes to my mind. After my marriage took place, R took me to his village for a few days. R was a new person for me. You can imagine R’s parents and relatives were like strangers for me.

I was lost and frightened in R’s sea of relatives. They all came to see the new bride (me) in the family. With everyone staring at me, I felt like an animal on display at a zoo.

R’s aunt came to see me. She hugged and kissed me with genuine warmth. She truly was a nice woman. She never left my side that day, and kept on talking to me. Through out the years, whenever we visited the village, this aunt would come to greet me. She never failed to see me, when she heard that I was in the village. She would come with food or nuts, tokens of her love.

Whenever I remember her, I always pray for an abiding place in Heaven for her. God bless her soul.

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The Gift of Time

My Heart Breaks

Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep
Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell about a time when it was impossible to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?
Show ACCIDENT.

Right now I remember two conversations, a bad one and a good one. At both of them I was nearby. I wasn’t consciously listening, but I overheard.

I don’t feel like writing about the bad experience. You will get a shock knowing how heartless a person can be. It is painful.

I will write about the good one.
Years back, I overheard my father telling someone in the room with him (I was outside), “I can’t bear it, if my daughter cries. My heart breaks. She has this affect on me. When my sons cry, I would like to shake them to stop them from crying.”

I sort of realized that my father was talking about me. I was about eleven at that time. My father called me his little princess.

As a child when I would cry out in sleep, he was always there. He would instantly be on my side. He would click on a light and reassure me. Before he slept he would come to my room and see I was tucked up safely in bed.

As a teenager whenever I woke up and felt thirsty, I would call father, “Baba, I need a glass of water.” He would bring me water to drink. He never told me to get up and get the water by myself.

When he saw me, he would hug and then kiss my cheek. If I was sitting he would drop a loving kiss on my bent head.

Peace and God’s Blessings on him. Ameen.

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My Heart Breaks

Life of Sheen

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