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DAILY PROMPT
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Tag Archives: Soul
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)
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My retreat exists within myself
Taking refuge when the need arise
Calming myself to energize
And my mind to revitalize
(Sheen-December 2016)
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DAILY PROMPT
Retreat
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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)
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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)
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DAILY PROMPT
Cheat
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A Sense of Peace
DAILY PROMPT
Sorry, I’m Busy
Tell us about a time when you should have helped someone… but didn’t.
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.
I Await Thee
Cupid’s Arrow
by Michelle W.
Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!
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?
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
At Rainbow’s End
My husband
Thoughts on First Anniversary of my husband’s death, 2nd August 2012.
You are feeling desolate. You are looking right at people, feeling empty inside with shock filled eyes. The shock of your husband dying. You have still not come to grips with the fact even after a year.
You think it’s a bad dream. You think it will fade and go away. Your world has turned upside down. A bleak sky frowns and glares upon you. You lose your life partner, the one you held onto through thick and thin. A load of misery awash your soul. Pain and tears fill your eyes with remembrance of a person, death never hesitated and took him away from you.
The mere mention and the floodgates open into a deluge. The hurt is never away. It resides within your soul. It comes out at unexpected moments. Terrible moments.
Love you, till we meet again.
I wrote this today as I will be traveling tomorrow.
Roses photo Credit; Shutterstock.
Flowers and Breezes 