Feast

In my eyes, a simple meal which you have in the confines of your home with your loved ones  is a feast indeed. Increasingly I find that meals which are cooked by yourself at home are better than all the other food you get to eat elsewhere.

I will forgo all the feasts in the world to eat what my late father would cook for us siblings. My father would cook on weekends when the cook would go on leave. My father , two brothers, and I would sit round a pan dish to eat, what he would make for us. Our mother wasn’t alive.

I wish I wasn’t a small child then to appreciate his looking after us. It’s always too late to realize a parent’s kindness and generosity. It hits you when you become a parent yourself.

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Jul 19, 2016

DAILY PROMPT

Feast

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

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The Kindness of a Stranger

  
We had come to Islamabad from Peshawar for attending a marriage. Those were the good old days (2009), we didn’t know cancer cells were brewing inside R, and one day take his life.

We had never lived in Islamabad. We usually came (once every 5 years) for a visa, or like on this occasion for a marriage ceremony of a relative. For the night we had stayed at Frontier House near the Marriot. It was the day after the ceremony, and we were trying to find out a way to get out of the city, and head in the right direction for Peshawar.

The war on terror had messed our lives, and our cities. Each road was barricaded, and wherever we tried, we ended with no exit. It was frustrating, and as usual R’s patience graph was spiraling downwards rapidly.

There was another uncomfortable scenario. One of the car’s window had jammed, and it wouldn’t close. It was the month of June, and the sizzling heat outside was roasting us alive.

Whenever we faced this type of situation (where we didn’t know the way) R would hire a taxi, and it would guide us, to the right way out. Our luck wasn’t working, because a protest over rising prices of petrol was taking place, and there was no taxi in sight. 

We were wandering, when R stopped to ask a youngster on a bike. The boy donned his helmet, and guided us through the maze of blocked roads. It was due to that stranger’s kindness we found our way out.

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The Kindness of Strangers

When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell us what happened!

A New Year

New Skin
If you could spend the next year as someone radically different from the current “you” — a member of a different species, someone from a different gender or generation, etc. — who would you choose to be?

Who will I choose? Let us see

I have to think — what could I be

A bird 🐧, a flower 🌷, or a tree 🌴

Or choose to be

Who I am 😊, as you see

The life I have lived hasn’t been a smooth ride

But God has been kind, as kind He could be

I beg for God’s Mercy for the years ahead

And let me be grateful for His Kindness to me

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My Heroes

Who’s your hero? Tell us a story about why that person plays such an important role in your life.

🔔
My heroes are those people, who work tirelessly towards peace, and harmony in this troubled world.

💡 My heroes are those teachers who do their best to mold young minds to greatness, teaching them kindness, and love to fellow human beings.

📝 My heroes are those writers who write, and point out who are the ones driving the world to insanity.

🎈 My heroes are those mothers who tell their children to stay away from evil, and teach them the goodness of a pure heart.

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Dear Santa

Secret Santa
by Ben Huberman
You get to choose one gift — no price restrictions — for any person you want. The caveat? You have to give it anonymously. What gift would you give, and to whom?

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The Kindness of Strangers

When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell what happened!

This was the time, when my daughter was studying at CWRU. My flight was from Cleveland, Ohio to New York.

I had fallen, and my left arm badly needed medical attention. I had no insurance, so I decided to go back to my home country to get treatment.

Reaching New York, and after getting down from the small plane, my arm went into frozen mode. I could barely pick up my bag and carry on. Walking from the plane to the building, I couldn’t manage anything.

I was struggling with my things, when a very old and frail couple behind me, nudged me aside. Together they picked it up the steps for me. I feel tears in my eyes at remembering it just now.

It was the same at the terminal. I was looking with despair in my heart at my things. A man came forward by himself, got me a cart, and put my bags in it.

I can never forget the kindness of total strangers to me. God bless them.

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The Kindness of Strangers