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The Boy Who Cried Wolf

“If you forget to water it, and it dried up while I’m not here, I will die”. I was telling Son to look after my newest baby (my new plant), during the months I’ll be away in Peshawar. Realizing I had an interested audience by the smiles on their faces, I cut short my diatribe at Son.

My oft repeated words with Son are:

“I’m dying!” It means I’m very tired.

“I’m going to die”. This means I’m going to be vexed if things didn’t happen the way I want them.

“I’ll die!” If you are not listening to what I’m telling you to do.

The dying process continues in so many words which at times irritate Son in saying, ” God forbid some day you might be really needing help while saying you are dying, and I’ll take them as your usual words. Stop making statements like these”.

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Finite 

Our life is finite, but we forget

Dreaming our life as we go on living 

We think we have innumerable days

Though we see death stalking

People around us

Till our time to live gets over

And it’s our turn for dying

(Sheen-September2017)

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Finite

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Before I Leave


Don’t want to die alone

Would like my children to be there

In my final hours

Before I leave, and depart elsewhere 

Will they be there? Or not?

It’s a harrowing thought

Or, I will breathe my last

Dying alone

(Sheen-May2017)

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Final

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The Greatest Fear

Fears plague me no end

Deep seated fears

Can’t push them away

They are there to stay

Then there are fears

Fear of the dark

Fear of the unknown

The greatest fear

Dying alone and no one there beside me

(Sheen-March2016)
Fearless

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Lucky

African Grey Parrot
African Grey Parrot

Last night we had dinner with a friend of my son. His friends are really, very nice. Since they know, that I am staying with him, I am included in their invites. I had a most amazing experience. I saw an African grey parrot (Psittacus erithacus) up close. Up till now, I had only seen it in pictures. This one was named Lucky. He kept following Aminah. (The lady of the house) I was sitting near her. Lucky came, and stood near my feet. I was afraid of his pecking on my foot. He only wanted attention from Aminah. She said that it was very much attached to her, and keeps following her around the house. He was not talking in front of us, but when guests are not there, he talks nineteen to a dozen. It was lovely watching their interaction.

I am tempted to have one like Lucky. Maybe if I settled here, I might try to have one. It’s life span is long, sixty to ninety years. I won’t be afraid of it dying, and leaving me. It makes a great pet. Although I may be the one, leaving it behind when the time comes.

A few years back, my husband and I found a Cockatiel, outside on our verandah. It was early February and very cold. Honey brought it inside. For a month, he nursed the bird, dressing it’s slight cuts and feeding. Honey asked me, wether I would like to keep it. Somehow, the idea of keeping a bird in a cage is repugnant to me. So, we released the Cockatiel, once it had recovered it’s strength. We took it to the terrace, and waved goodbye. 😢