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Retreat

My books are my retreat

I run to them to find solace

In forgetting my worries and problems

Refreshing my soul to find space

Without books I would have felt lost

Finding the world a terrible place

(Sheen-December2016)

My retreat exists within myself

Taking refuge when the need arise

Calming myself to energize

And my mind to revitalize

(Sheen-December 2016)

DAILY PROMPT

Retreat

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

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Cheat

Who can cheat death when it comes along

None I can say

With its deathly silence it holds you in its grip

Taking out your soul

While you close your eyes and sleep

Till eternity

(Sheen-Aug2016)

….

I looked past your cheating

I wanted you happy

Did it matter

I wasn’t happy at all

So I turned the other way and left

Trying to forge a new life

Working past the pain

Now the time has long gone

For you to think of us together again

Once trust is broken

It can never be whole again

(Sheen-Aug2016)

……..

DAILY PROMPT

Cheat

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A Soul Rejoices

I am answering yesterday’s prompt.

I was deadbeat yesterday. I reached my bed (the previous night) at 2.30 am (preparations for food). Got up at 5.10 to answer the Fajr Prayer, then headed towards the kitchen to resume what further needed to be done.

I made two sweet dishes, so that the ladies had a choice. In between I managed to make breakfast too. Then prepared a huge bowl of salad. The chicken pieces which I had coated with my special mixture (a day before), I put them in the oven to bake. Last item left was Chinese fried rice. It was to go with Gen Tsao chicken which I had done a day earlier. 

For the past many years when it was my turn to invite someone for food, I managed by inviting them to a restaurant. Yesterday was really an uphill task by doing the cooking myself. It would have looked odd inviting people to a restaurant for a reading of the Quran.

I am glad I held the rememberance for my (late) husband. I was afraid I may not be able to manage.

All that food doesn’t reach a soul. When people gather to read God’s Book, Angels come, and watch. They go, and tell the dead person’s soul, “your ……… did this, and sent God’s Blessings on you”.

And the soul rejoices. 

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Game of Groans

Think about an object, an activity, or a cultural phenomenon you really don’t like. Now write a post (tongue in cheek or not — your call!) about why it’s the best thing ever.

The Gift of Time

Daily Prompt: Familial Feasts
Yesterday was Father’s Day in many countries. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?

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Dedicating a day doesn’t appeal to me. It’s mere commercialism, duping us into a frenzy of buying. Caring, loving, giving shouldn’t last a day. It should be for the whole year through. Spending time, and talking can be gifts too.

The ones which were kind to me in my time of needing, I always remember them in my prayers. I send God’s blessings on them. If they are alive, I pray for their health and happiness, and if are no longer, I pray for their souls for eternal bliss in Heaven.

A distant aunt of my husband R comes to my mind. After my marriage took place, R took me to his village for a few days. R was a new person for me. You can imagine R’s parents and relatives were like strangers for me.

I was lost and frightened in R’s sea of relatives. They all came to see the new bride (me) in the family. With everyone staring at me, I felt like an animal on display at a zoo.

R’s aunt came to see me. She hugged and kissed me with genuine warmth. She truly was a nice woman. She never left my side that day, and kept on talking to me. Through out the years, whenever we visited the village, this aunt would come to greet me. She never failed to see me, when she heard that I was in the village. She would come with food or nuts, tokens of her love.

Whenever I remember her, I always pray for an abiding place in Heaven for her. God bless her soul.

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The Gift of Time