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Premonition

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I want the people in my life to be there— always, and forever. I dislike changes.

The premonition comes in the form of a dream, or just a thought.

Worrying me what if it comes true?

I pray feverishly hoping…….

Premonition

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Baby

Last month while in Peshawar, I had to decide whether to keep the toys belonging to my two older grandsons when they were babies, or give them away. My heart didn’t want to part with them, but practicality demanded I should give them to other babies to enjoy them instead of collecting dust.

There was Winnie the Pooh who wanted honey every time you pressed his stomach. Another one was the dancing cow–who danced so prettily, a duckling who made various sounds, a goofy brown bear, and so many more.  The one I loved most was Humpty Dumpty made by myself for my first grandson H. It brought back happy memories when I held H for the first time in my arms,  when the nurse brought him outside the delivery room. It seemed a miracle to gaze at the newborn baby, and finally see him after a nine month wait.

There was another first time of seeing him before he was born. I had done an Isthahara when my late husband, and I decided about our son’s marriage. I saw in my dream a toddler walking in front of me. I was following him, knowing I was his grandmother. We never knew whether the baby was a boy, or a girl, but I was certain, it was a boy based on my dream. The dream came true.

I made three different piles of the toys, and gave them away. It was sad parting with them as they were items of a past when my husband was alive, and the babies of my son lived with us.

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Baby

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Silence

Ice cold eyes stared at me

Cutting me in pieces with their scorn

How could have thought he loved me

Was all a sham, just a dream

Not answering my pleas

Not answering my love

The silence stretched

Unbroken and long

(Sheen-September 2016)

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Silence

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Hang a Dream Catcher


Pleasant dreams have vanished in yesteryears

Nightmare occurs and it’s so queer

Frightened and in tears I wake up and see

Am lying in bed and there is nothing to fear

(Sheen-May2016)

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Dream

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So Strange

First Light
Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.

This morning I woke up from a befuddling dream. I saw myself in a small, apartment on second floor with no stairs to it. I stand in the balcony, and stare at people down below.

I am wondering at how I had got there in the first place? My second thought was how to get down? I think of jumping down. What keeps me from doing it, is the fear of broken legs.

I woke up with the alarm ringing, telling me to get to the bathroom first before any one else hogs it. I forgot the dream while saying Fajr prayers. The dream came back to mind when I read the daily prompt, before going downstairs to have breakfast.

My dream is so strange, I am going through review

What no stairs meant, I don’t have a clue

I don’t have any options, I can say it’s true

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Does it really matter?

Call Me Ishmael
Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.

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Does it really matter?
This is the sentence from the book, “Looking Back Texas”, by Leanna Ellis. I finished this one, and another one, “I Dream of Genies” by Judi Fennell.

A few pages of the first one, and I was like ugh….. How much more I can take? I can’t abide endless talking. It drives me nuts. I put it aside, and picked up another one to read. Then there was no one to take me to the library. I was bored with nothing to read.

I was back to Looking Back Texas. OhOhOh! It turned out to be riveting. I raced from one chapter to the next. In the end what is usual for me, I couldn’t wait to find out what happens at the end. I must tell you here, my this habit is deplored by family members. They wonder why I can’t go through the suspense of a story?

When it’s killing me that’s the only recourse left open to me.

Archie leaves his wife Betty Lynne after a marriage of forty six years for a younger woman. Betty asks him before he leaves, as to what she should say. He says to tell everyone that he has died.

The story is hilarious. Betty arranges a funeral, and people get frightened by seeing Archie alive, when they are thinking him dead. They think it’s a ghost.

The other book, I Dream of Genies was all about genies, a talking cat, and magic. Eden (the genie), and Mat (her mortal hero) go through a whirlwind of frightening situations. Mat finally frees Eden from slavery, and from the clutches of an evil vizier who wants her for a wife.

Both books were unusual in their subject matter. I couldn’t tear away myself till I finished them.

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