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You Can Be

Every age has its own sweet poignancy.

A child — innocence and no concept of time, or money.

An adolescent— dreams.

An adult — you may be reconciled  (or not) to what you have achieved in life.

I wish Adam and Eve had not touched the forbidden tree. I wouldn’t be here, and going through the life I have to live through.

I am still a child at heart. Most things dear to me are the same. I carry a part of my adolescent years. When I am stressed with worry, I dream of my worries being over.

I have found that some people never grow up mentally (their bodies do). They learn to cover up, but they remain childish in their tantrums and dislikes. I am glad I am not one of them.

I remain a child at heart, an adult dreaming on,  with no wish for forever living.

Daily Prompt: Golden Age

If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?

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Dreams turn Thorns

  
Why do I feel I am in a dream

Or is it a nightmare

My worse dream come true

Because I am afraid

And I am scared

What my life has come to

And where will it end?

(Sheen)
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

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And Now I Am Glad

  
I shudder at my dream

As to what I was thinking

My dream was to become an astronaut 

Of gliding through the universe 

And seeing worlds unknown 

And now I am glad

I am not

(Sheen)

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/futures-past/

Futures Past

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Normally I fall asleep within minutes of my head touching my pillow. I say Ayat 255, Surah Al-Baqara from the Quran, and my eyes close. I like it better if it’s not bitterly cold, or hot outside, and I can let the window remain open to allow fresh air from outside. 

I do have trouble sleeping if someone disturbs me, or there is loud music playing, or a lot of noise. Before sleeping I wash my face thoroughly, do a repeat cleaning of teeth, and do Wadu (ritual of ablution before saying the prayers). I say my prayers, switch off the ceiling light, and put on the bed light, change clothes to pj’s. A sigh of relief — finally I reach my bed.

Sometimes I have vivid dreams, and after waking up I may remember parts of them — not the whole dream. Nowadays even if I dream I forget what I dreamed about, unless it’s a horrific dream. Even then I may not remember the whole dream.

I have not dreamt for a while now, because I am not remembering any dreams. The last dreams I remember are from previous year.

I was sick having severe pain in my lower back, and left leg. I kept putting off  a visit to a doctor on the off chance of the pain going away by itself. Silly — isn’t it? One day I was having more pain than usual. I mentioned it to Nola (my daughter). She wouldn’t gave till she ascertained that I have an appointment to go, and see a doctor. 

Those days before I went, and saw a doctor,  every night I would see my (late) husband sitting worriedly at my bedside in dreams.  The day I took the medicine he stopped coming.

Wasn’t that strange?
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/sleep/

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep. 


You Think you Know Someone

Silver Screen: Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!

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You think you know someone

Turns out you were mistaken

Sadness you feel, with heart in pieces

Wishing you could go back to livin’

To the safety of yesteryears

No respite from broken dreams, failures

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Till the End of Time

DAILY PROMPT
Be the Change
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

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My footprints upon the sand
Someone else will come
And walk upon them

My writings are: a source of release for me
Banishing my loneliness, keeping me occupied
Who am I?
A life upon earth
Maybe someday —- someone will glean something
Or learn something

And that’s
Under the garb, we are all the same

We are walking through our everyday lives
It doesn’t matter, who we are
We reach each other
Through the threads of time
Sharing our thoughts —- our lives
We haven’t seen each other
Never heard the other voices
And yet we are friends

We hear each other, through our blogs
We share our hopes
Our sorrows, our dreams
And who we are

We are particles of sand, on the beach
That’s who we are
We will remain there
Till the end of time

Be the Change

Sand and Desert

Daily Prompt: Adult Visions
As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grown up (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

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From being a child to an adult, life gets changed
And the world of carefree is suddenly gone

Nothing magical remains, harsh realities take over
You leave your dreams, and they too are gone

Now where once was I, in a meadow green
It’s sand and desert, even the mirage is gone
(Sheen)

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Sand and Desert

Never Let Them Go

Daily Prompt: Back of the Queue
Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.

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Maybe in another lifetime …………..

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Never Let Them Go

What Dreams Tell

Daily Prompt: Freudian Flips
Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today you’re your own Freud. Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or to invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one.

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I am traveling in a bus. My son is with me, but my husband is not there with us. Normally our journeys are in a car. I do wonder being in a bus. Where are we going? I don’t know.

The journey is long and uncomfortable. Suddenly the bus stops by a muddy roadside. I get down at this point to wait.

The bus leaves without me, and I remain stranded on the roadside. My son is on the leaving bus. It’s scary being left alone with total strangers, and not knowing how I am going to continue the journey.

I woke up with over whelming feelings of sadness. It was just a bad dream.

Within five days of this dream, my son S was posted to a far off, outlandish place. It was a jolt from the blue. He left for the new destination. When he rented a ramshackle of a house, the daughter-in-law along with the two young ones also departed.

Our house became an empty place. It was without the laughter and gaiety of small children. It became eerily silent with just the two of us.

S barely lasted in the new place for a year. He was unhappy, and getting depressed with the malpractices of his job. He resigned, leaving the security of a pension and further promotion. He applied to a university here and came for further studies. His wife and children joined him after a year. For the next few years his father paid towards his expenses.

Five long years went by before we could see him again.

I had to persuade my husband with great difficulty for a visit. Getting a visa is another nightmare. I will Insha’Allah write about it some day.

The next three years went by, without us seeing him. Again I had to cajole my husband for a visit.

You can see what the dream was about. My son went, and I was left alone at a crossroad.

Seeing no dream is better for me. My dreams foretell the future, or point out what’s going to happen next.

When I see a bad dream, I give some money in charity to ward off a future calamity. Then I pray to God, and hope everything will go right in my life.

If I see meat in my dreams, it foretells death.

Sorry for the Freudian post.

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What Dreams Tell

Chasing Dreams

Daily Prompt: Futures Past
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

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Dreams remained colorful dreams for me
Kismet dealt a hand to wrest it from me

My heart reconciled when the blow came
With father gone, future got blurry

Life turned to the other way round
Marriage and children happened happily

Dreams are dreams, one chase after them
For me the chase ended badly
(Sheen)

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Chasing Dreams