Life starts on a blank page
Gradually gets filled as the years pass
A day comes no empty space left
And life leaves
For
A new domain
(Sheen-May2016)
DAILY PROMPT
Blank
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
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Countless
When we hear about the death of someone we know we have been told to say “Inna Lillahi wa Inna ilayhi rajiun”. This verse from the Quran: Surah 2, Ayat 156 means “Truly to Allah we belong and truly to Him we shall return”.
I may have repeated this Ayat countless times myself at the news of death, but one can use this Ayat for another purpose too.
When I misplace something. I have found it amazing when I find it immediately after repeating the above Ayat. The moment I realize I am not finding the thing I am looking for I go numb with worry. Sometimes I forget to say the Ayat. It takes longer to find what I am looking for, and then it comes to mind what I have to say, and hey in a second I find it.
I can only say:
Countless are the ways His Mercies work
Countless are the ways God Help us through
Countless are the times we forget His Grace
Countless are the times He Forgives us though
(Sheen-May2016)
DAILY PROMPT
Countless
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
You and Me
Let’s snap a picture of you and me
Will create a loving image of this day
Whenever I will have time to sneak a look at it
The memory of this day will surge back to me
It will make me happy despite the pain of loss
We are no longer together, you and me
(Sheen-April2016)
DAILY PROMPT
Snap
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Aging
I stared at my wrinkle willing it to go
It wouldn’t disappear, whereas I wanted no show
I rubbed at it with cream, every lotion I had
It was still there when I looked at it, “how sad!”
(Sheen)
DAILY PROMPT
Young At Heart
What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?
Million Dollar Question
Blogging is letting go all the frustration in daily life.
Blogging is sharing a part of your life with others letting them see that they are not alone in their problems.
Blogging is telling your story so that if you have done any mistakes, others won’t do them.
Blogging is spreading hope and peace through your words.
Blogging is for posterity that even when you are gone, your writing remains.
DAILY PROMPT
Million-Dollar Question
Why do you blog?
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/million-dollar-question/
Companion
DAILY PROMPT
Companionable
Head to one of your favorite blogs. Write a companion piece to their penultimate post.
Fears in my Heart
Full of fears is my aching heart
I fail to knock them completely out
They dig their feet in, and won’t budge
How do I get them to lockout
Some are old, and some are recent
Lingering inside to terrify and knockout
A thought or an event brings them surging
Spreading hateful tentacles throughout
Writhing within, and constricting
Squeezing my heart to burnout
(Sheen)
DAILY PROMPT
1984
You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
Fright Night
Quite a few fears are lurking inside me. They plague me more when I am down. One is fear of snakes. My son S and I would go out for our night walk. It has become a thing of the past. Either he isn’t back, or he is too tired after a long day.
Anyway I was coming back to fearing snakes. There had been rains. The pathway on which we walked has shrubbery at intervals. S suddenly called out, “Look out! There is a snake”.
It was partly out of the small bush. I was about to step on it. What would have happened? It would have bitten me —- logical conclusion. For a moment I didn’t know what to do? Run forward, or backward.
To this day I am avoiding the place where I last saw it.
DAILY PROMPT
Fright Night
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
If You Leave
I did my leaving two and a half years ago. I left my birth country for an adoptive one. It was heart wrenching. The sheer feeling of loss which settles around one’s heart never goes away. You may bury it in the bottom but it resurfaces now and then trying to haunt you.
Next thing on my agenda is a home here which is going beyond my reach day by day. When I came here prices were still reasonable. My son pulled me short in asking why are you in such a hurry to buy? My money dwindled due to lawyer fees and other expenditures, and now it’s not enough to buy a home. One reason of my watching Fixer Upper.
Homes I like are out of my reach. In my range are only run down ones which requires copious amount of money and energy to make them right. Two days ago my left leg below the knee joint is giving me awful pain and I am dreading going to a doctor to find out the cause — added money drain.
One thing I wanted to ask was: Why have builders stopped making smaller houses like two beds and baths? People like me who would like to live alone would like smaller places. Condos have high maintenance taxes, and are certainly a no-no.
Away from Houston there are places where one can find decent homes and less taxes. Going further away will be another cause for heart pain because I will be reduced to seeing my son once a year. Another decision to make…..
DAILY PROMPT
If You Leave
Life is a series of beginnings and endings. We leave one job to start another; we quit cities, countries, or continents for a fresh start; we leave lovers and begin new relationships. What was the last thing you contemplated leaving? What were the pros and cons? Have you made up your mind? What will you choose?
Trick Questions
Late one night some guests arrived at our home. This happened when I was about fifteen. Like all teenagers I was least bothered as to who they were, and why they had come? As our guest rooms were to one side there were nil chances of my seeing them.
Next morning I had massaged my scalp with oil. I was gathering my clothes to take a bath, when the door to my room opened and two ladies along with a child entered. I had never seen them before. Next my step mom peeked inside and told me these guests wanted to talk with you.
For the next hour those ladies kept asking questions, and I tried to answer whatever they asked. They would give a searching gaze to my hands and feet, and then their gaze would probe my face. I was relieved when they got up to leave.
Bath forgotten I went to look for father to ask him as to who they were, and why were they interviewing me? I found father sitting in his car in the garage. I told him that two weird ladies had come to my room, and they were really strange as to the way they stared at me. Father didn’t answer my questions only saying that they were our guests meaning that we have to put up with them.
Those ladies were my future in-laws. I came to know much later.
The purpose of this story is that you never know what to answer or that you won’t like certain questions. It depends upon the interviewer and circumstances.
DAILY PROMPT
Trick Questions
A Pulitzer-winning reporter is writing an in-depth piece — about you. What are the three questions you really hope she doesn’t ask you?
Flowers and Breezes 