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Right to Brag

There is nothing I can see

Hardly something to brag about

At the junction in my life worries abound

Coming at me from all sides

And me ducking, trying to evade

To find solid ground beneath my feet


Right to Brag

Tell us about something you (or a person close to you) have done recently (or not so recently) that has made you really, unabashedly proud.


Express Yourself


When my daughter was growing up, she and I were very close to each other. Most of the time we had only one another for company. So it was no wonder we sang together. She was better at it than I. We liked the same songs, and our voices are the same.

One day we decided to record a song. It was a sad song. Some years later we discovered our junk and listened to it. We laughed ourselves silly over the recording. We did wonder what we were thinking of, and why we sang it?

I listen to music occasionally. Now I can’t sing a simple song really. Too bad! Why? Because it is torture to hear myself sing. I am apt to murder the tune.

But this doesn’t happen when I hum to myself old favorites. But certain songs are spooky. You may not believe what I am saying, but it’s true. Consciously I avoid, but if unconsciously I do it, I do hear bad news. Has this happened to anyone?

Express Yourself!

Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?



Escape into cyberspace from reality

Reality which isn’t what one’s wants or desire

Grim, unbending, or unwanted

Writing offers an escape and inspire

A miserable life treading a tight rope

Nobody wants to be in a quagmire


My book of poetry is available on Amazon “Tracing My Footsteps”. It is self published. Any sales from it will go to charity for cancer….. Cancer Research Hospital built by Imran Khan in Peshawar, Pakistan. I will donate the proceeds from the book (in remembrance of my husband).

Anyone interested in buying directly from me at at a cheaper rate, please let me know.

Singular Sensation

If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?



Yes! I do believe evil exists. How to combat it?

Seriously I don’t know. As a helpless person I ignore it and wish it will go away one day on its own.

The ones who top evilness in my eyes are those who portray themselves with holier than thou attitudes, and than go on to blast a religion and its followers to perdition. What can be worse than that?

Evil are those who promote violence and mass murders in the name of religion and creed. Evil are those who are the true face behind the upheaval created by them, and hide themselves thinking no one knows. Evil are those who breed hatred in the minds of people, and a day comes and the hatred erupts to cause loss of lives and assets.

Evil are those who create  monsters, and let them cause havoc and destruction on helpless mankind.


Wicked Witch

Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life.


Fill in the Blank

Three men stepped into a bar ………………They kept drinking till they were badly drunk, and then someone put them in a cab so that they could go home to sleep. Next day they had terrible hangovers. Haha that’s the end.

I don’t know much about bars, except for seeing scenes in movies, or reading about them in books.

Drinking is strictly prohibited in Islam. Ayats (verses) 90-91, Surah (chapter 5) Al Maida from the Quran says:
90. O ye who believe!

Intoxicants and gambling,

(Dedication of) stones,

And (divination by) arrows,

Are an abomination,—

Of Satan’s handiwork:

Eschew such (abomination),

That ye may prosper.
91. Satan’s plan is (but)

To excite enmity and hatred

Between you, with intoxicants

And gambling, and hinder you

From the remembrance

Of God, and from prayer:

Will ye not then abstain?

Fill In the Blank

Three people walk into a bar . . .

The Zone

Nowadays I zone out when I am reading a book.  I become a part of the make believe world, where I get to watch the scenes unfolding. I am moved to tears, or laugh at whatever turns take place. At times like those I would like to hang a “do not disturb” sign.

There was a time when I used to do needlework, creating something for my home, gardening, baking (still do), knitting, and so many other things.

The last ten years (count from 2012 backward) with my (late) husband’s heart surgery, and then subsequently cancer; and my own sickness left no time to pursue what I liked best.

I was like one soldier left in my husband’s army, standing at attention, despite my own sickness. There was no time to do things I liked to do. I was trying to cope with what fate dealt me.

Now I have time but don’t have the materials I need, or in case of gardening fear of ticks, and other insects. I have to cover my neck, face, and hands with insects repellent every time I go out. Any time I forget, I get bitten. Like today I got bitten on a finger joint. It was agonizing, and even aloevera gel couldn’t lessen the itchiness.

The Zone

Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever. What’s it like when you’re in “the zone”?

If Lingering On


If lingering on was an option

Moments liked, would have stretched them

To days that never ended

When my husband was alive, I used to look forward to going on holidays. It used to be an escape from the daily routine of my life. My life in those days was pretty much hectic, and very tiring.

When the day for departure would dawn, I would love every minute that passed. It was a day of relief from the humdrum of my life. I used to be very happy on the day we were leaving home.

And on the day we were returning home, I would miss the days we spent away from home.



Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?

This is my Fate


I am disappointed beyond words with life, myself, and others as well.

On a hopeful note I take everything in my stride, and think, “Oh well! This is my fate”.

If God says it happens —— then it happens.

So I can’t blame anyone for my fate.

Wish you all well.

State of Your Year

How is this year shaping up so far? Write a post about your biggest challenges and achievements thus far.