Tag Archives: God

Brave

I want to be brave

I can’t change my heart

It’s full of fear

Fear of the new day

What will it bring?

Happy feelings

Or

Another calamity waiting to happen

On which I have no control

Except for praying

Please God, keep us safe

Ameen

(Sheen-October2017)

DAILY PROMPT

Brave

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/brave/


Advertisements

Ascend


A month, or so back, Son and I were looking at houses. Our lease of the apartment was ending, and we wanted to buy a three bedroom house. Daughter came, and put a stop to our searching. She didn’t want us to buy a house on mortgage. According to her I would never ascend to Heaven if I agreed to it. She put the fear of God in me by saying interest is haram. So she put a full stop to buying,  but for renting Son, and I will be again looking up the ads.

There has been a spate of robberies in our area. Even as I am writing a neighbor is moving out. Our security system remains on all the time. When I search for houses, I look at the crime index too. I don’t want to commit a mistake, as Son did in moving to this place.

DAILY PROMPT

Ascend

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ascend/

Believe

IB (grandson) had come after his usual period, a visit to his father every two weeks, coming in the evening on Friday, and going back Sunday evening. He is going lax, not saying his prayers, with no father at home to enforce rules since Son’s divorce last year. IB doesn’t gets up for his morning prayer. He says he no longer does it at home.

Son’s goes the easy way out — leave the unwelcome task of waking up IB (make him say his prayers) to mother, as left to her she will take care of it. Son himself rushes to the mosque near by.

Here is what happened the first time Grandma (that’s me) goes for the attack. She doesn’t want to be a bad guy enforcing rules, and such things. She would like to be a sweet person in the grand children’s memories (sigh), but what can she do?

I dawdle every step on the way to IB’s bed, and try to wake him. Nothing much happens. I go back to my room to complete my prayer, which I had partly done, as the white thread in the sky is slipping over the black one, and time for the Fajr (morn) prayer will soon be over. I feel guilty over my failure before God, while I say my own prayer.

The second time: Son as usual rushes out, on his way to the mosque calling, “Mama please wake IB so that he should say his Fajr prayer”.

This time Grandma has worked out a strategy. “IB please wake up”.

No movement.

I wait for a while, “Please hurry, the prayer time is getting over”.

No movement still.

Okay, I finally say, “If you’re not going to say your prayer, I’m confiscating your IPad for the whole day”.

IB gets up, goes to the washroom to wash his face, arms, and feet, in preparation for the prayer, gets back on the prayer mat, and the morn prayer is offered to the One God in whom our belief exists.

DAILY PROMPT

Believe

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/believe/

Planet

.

The future of our home — the planet Earth is in jeopardy. If you throw stones at someone, you are bound to get hit by stones too. Threatening someone with a nuclear strike is no laughing matter.

Please God forgive us our sins, and save us from ravages of a nuclear war. Ameen.

 DAILY PROMPT

Planet

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/planet/

Homage

.

I was asleep when my daughter’s text woke me up. She was the first to tell me about Hurricane Harvey hitting Houston. I got immediately worried about Son as he wasn’t home yet from his job. Soon after that Son let me know that he was on his way, but was shopping, getting the grocery we needed. 

Son told me to pack some clothes, and that we would be leaving for Dallas, as it wasn’t in the path of the hurricane. Earlier in the afternoon, I had watched my neighbor loading her car with several bags. At that time I had not known about the hurricane. I thought she was going on a holiday not knowing what was going to come. I usually watch tv in the evenings, that’s why I didn’t know.

Son told me there was a great rush at the gas stations, and long lines at the stores in stocking up on water, and other essentials. He had a case early next morning. We couldn’t leave right away as other people had done in our neighborhood. We planned to leave the next afternoon, before Harvey came at six in the evening.

It was IB’s weekend with us. Son went to fetch him. It got quite late, and in the end we didn’t leave home. I didn’t relish the idea of spending days in a hotel, plus the rush of many people on the road, and the tiring journey. 

I’m glad we stayed back, despite the ear piercing alarms from my iPhone on hurricane warnings, and the impending floods. Yesterday in the evening it was a tornado warning. Son was worried. He thought that the safest place in our apartment was the washer, dryer small space. He put chairs for us there to sit, a torch if the electricity got disconnected, bars to eat in case we got tombed in, and ofcourse water bottles.

IB the smart boy he is, pointed out to his father that his bathroom was a better place than the tiny place Son was getting readied for the coming emergency. It wasn’t safe even as the water heater was directly overhead. Son then shifted everything to his bathroom. Except for the lightening and thunder, and the torrential rain, nothing much happened. Son was stressing about the warning for two am, and that we should keep awake so that we could rush to his bathroom if the need arose.

I told Son to keep his belief in God that nothing drastic was going to happen, and we should all go to sleep in our own beds. That’s what we did. The danger is not over. The forecast is still for Tuesday. In the end we should pay homage to God to keep us safe in trying circumstances.

DAILY PROMPT

Homage

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/homage/

Jiffy

.

Son when driving is always in a jiffy to reach a place. If I sit in the front seat (I usually do when grandson IB is not in the car with us. When he is: I prefer to sit in the back with him), I remember God with every breath I take.

Why?

The car races with demonic speed to its’ destination, and outside the windows, scenes flash by in a blur. I hold onto my seat with both hands, chanting Quranic Verses under my breath to keep us safe, thinking the end is near.

DAILY PROMPT

Jiffy

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/jiffy/

Distant

Coming August will mark the fifth death anniversary of my late husband. With passing on of the years my late husband is becoming a distant memory. I feel more of his presence in both homes in Peshawar, and the village home than here in Houston.

One reason can be that his photos hang in my own homes. They keep his memory alive. The photographs mark happy times in our lives with no shadow of death looming over them. They evoke happy times. The one hanging in the hallway shows him dressed in his military uniform, and looking totally handsome, and beguiling. The other one has both of us, covers a wall in the large kitchen in our Peshawar home.

My Quran teacher said that dead people’s photographs shouldn’t be displayed in our homes. That is one reason there is a small photo of my husband only on the fridge which son has pasted, and I have not hung any others here. Anyway the home I share with son is his, although all the furniture, and things belong to me.

I am not going to remove the photographs in my own homes. It maybe wrong according to my religious teacher, but I can’t deny the comfort they bring to my heart when I look at them. Maybe God won’t disapprove, and look over my misdoing.

DAILY PROMPT

Distant

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/distant/