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A Pleasant Surprise

Daily Prompt: Brilliant Disguise
Tell about a time when someone had you completely fooled, where the wool was pulled right over your eyes and you got hoodwinked, but good. Was it a humorous experience or one you’d rather forget? What was the outcome?

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Engagements and marriages take place with the consent of parents in my part of the world. This is one such fictional story.

In family get togethers Neelofer had often seen Rehan. His parents were family friends. Being a shy girl she never joined the set where he would be smiling and joking with her brothers and cousins. Occasionally, they would come face to face, but with eyes cast down she would quickly pass.

Lately she could feel his eyes on her, but when she looked, he would be looking the other way. It did strange things to Neelofer’s heart when he was looking at her and she would feign she hadn’t noticed. She had a painful jolt to her heart when her cousin Sara told her that Rehan’s engagement would be announced soon. She couldn’t fathom her own feelings.

Her graduation was due next month. Her mother had asked her about anyone particular she liked but Neelofer had kept quiet. This meant that her parents were free to decide on her behalf.

Her final exam was over when she reached home that day. Mother told her about guests coming to dinner in the evening. Neelofer was tired. A load was off her mind because of the exams. She wanted to be excused from meeting the guests, but mother said she would have to be present.

Neelofer resented the guests’ coming that day. Why couldn’t they come another day? She couldn’t do anything about it. She helped her mother with the preparations in the kitchen. When everything was done, both mother and daughter went to get ready for the guests.

The guests had arrived by the time she came downstairs. She was feeling undecided whether she should go in and greet the guests, when mother came out. She went with mother inside the room. With surprise she saw Rehan’s parents and sister. She said Salams to the guests.

Rehan’s mother Fauzia hugged and kissed her on both cheeks and made her sit by her side. Neelofer’s eyes widened, when Fauzia took out a beautiful diamond ring, and slid it on her ring finger. There were sounds of Mubarik from everyone. With a joyful flutter to her heart, she met Rehan’s eyes (who was smilingly looking at her) and then shyly looked down.

A Pleasant Surprise

Please Keep Me In Your Heart

Daily Prompt: Something So Strong
Tell the origin story of your best friend. How did you become friends? What is it that keeps your friendship rockin’ after all these years?


My plea to my daughter


Please Keep Me In Your Heart


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 start 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?



Leave Me Alone

Daily Prompt (by Krista) : Never Surrender
Are you stubborn as a grass stain or as easy going as a light breeze on a warm day? Tell about the way in which you’re stubborn — which issues make you dig your heels in and refuse to budge?


Wise people say, “When you name a child, be careful in choosing a name. The name shapes the destiny.”

My first name means the morning breeze, light and fresh. I am as easy as a breeze. My name suggests my nature. I can be persuaded in seconds. For me saying no is a hard thing.

My husband used to say that I needed to grow a hard skin. To me saying no is being rude and un gracious.

I don’t like it when I am being manipulated into doing something. I feel miserable. My resentment grows. The next phase begins. I am unhappy and I hide away.


This old song reflects me.

Leave Me Alone

In Preparation

Daily Prompt (by Krista) : The Heat is On
Do you thrive under pressure or crumble at the thought of it? Does your best stuff surface as the deadline approaches, or do you need to iterate, day after day to achieve something you’re proud of? How you work best?


Under pressure one works best
The heat is on and it’s my test
To finish the tasks I have to
It’s not easy to work so

The time is short

My heart is thumping, my blood roars
I hope my arteries won’t soar

I am telling myself

Stay calm my heart, it doesn’t matter
Take deep breaths and keep up the banter
The pounding in my head eases a little
The end is in sight, don’t become a cripple

Beads of perspiration trickle down
Trying to wipe, don’t breakdown

There I have done it.

The house shines
Food is ready, the table set
I had a bath, the glad rags are worn
I am ready to receive my guests

In Preparation

If I Was A Mayor

Daily Prompt: We Built this City
What do you love most about the city/town/place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle? How would you tackle it?


I live in the city of Houston. It’s a large city, too large for my taste. I am a small town person where everyone knows everyone else. The most pressing problems are good schools and too congested roads.

Houston is a warm city. You don’t have to face snow storms like other cities in the North. It’s good for my arthritis. Although the children were excited when they learned there was going to be snow. They waited but alas their expectations came to naught. We are having cold weather but that’s it. But the weather is fickle, fluctuating from 77 degrees to 42.

City of Houston. Photo Credit: Google.

If I was a mayor, what would I have done
Tackling the problems, one by one
Better environment, roads and schools
Finding solutions, I would have won

If I Was A Mayor

I Will Never Be Whole Again

Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper
It happens: sometimes that filter in our head bursts and we say too much of what we’re thinking and someone gets hurt. Tell about a time you or someone you know said something that they immediately regretted.


I Will Never Be Whole Again

A Sunday Paratha

Daily Prompt: Time after Time
Traditions we’ve all got them. They might be family dinners on special occasions, or having a particular kind of cake on your birthday (Jeanne Cake, natch), or popcorn at the movies, or meeting your friend for a 5k run in the park, rain or shine, every Sunday morning. What are your favorite traditions, large and small? What is about your traditions that keep them going strong for you?

The ritual we had was having Paratha for breakfast every Sunday.

Let me explain to those who are baffled by the word . Paratha is dough, patted into a round 6 to 7 inches in diameter or a bigger round. It is then fried in oil till cooked.

It is delicious if made by a person who really knows how to make it properly. It is crunchy and every bite melts in one’s mouth. If the dough is made with butter added to it, and again before it is made into a round, it tastes really great.

My paternal aunt Afroze was one of those people who knew how to make mouth watering parathas. I have eaten parathas made by my sister. She is one expert maker. The third person I came across is my husband’s niece.

In the beginning after I got married, I had no idea of anything to make or cook. I learned gradually and now I think (haha — my own inflated opinion) I am quite good.

My husband loved them made by me, so I can upgrade myself to good – good. 😊

I stopped following the ritual after he became diabetic and had open heart surgery. He couldn’t give up on having a paratha and occasionally I made it for him.

If you want to learn, I am sure there are recipes on Internet. The best is to watch a video. My favorite one is Shireen Anwar on Masala TV, Pakistan. She shows how to make Aloo (potato) paratha, egg paratha and cottage cheese one. You will have to find a translator as the video is in Urdu. Even if you don’t find one the ingredients are written in English also and you can watch how she makes the stuffed parathas.
I hope the video works. If not there are lots of videos on UTube.

A Sunday Paratha

My Heart Breaks

Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep
Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell about a time when it was impossible to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?

Right now I remember two conversations, a bad one and a good one. At both of them I was nearby. I wasn’t consciously listening, but I overheard.

I don’t feel like writing about the bad experience. You will get a shock knowing how heartless a person can be. It is painful.

I will write about the good one.
Years back, I overheard my father telling someone in the room with him (I was outside), “I can’t bear it, if my daughter cries. My heart breaks. She has this affect on me. When my sons cry, I would like to shake them to stop them from crying.”

I sort of realized that my father was talking about me. I was about eleven at that time. My father called me his little princess.

As a child when I would cry out in sleep, he was always there. He would instantly be on my side. He would click on a light and reassure me. Before he slept he would come to my room and see I was tucked up safely in bed.

As a teenager whenever I woke up and felt thirsty, I would call father, “Baba, I need a glass of water.” He would bring me water to drink. He never told me to get up and get the water by myself.

When he saw me, he would hug and then kiss my cheek. If I was sitting he would drop a loving kiss on my bent head.

Peace and God’s Blessings on him. Ameen.

My Heart Breaks