I am sitting in my late husband’s village and looking after the renovation of my village home. There is no internet. I was hopeful that the village property which is worth quite a lot will sell. The person who was initially interested led me to assume that he will pay me in time. He was going to pay me less than half of what it’s worth. Now he told me that he will pay me half the money and the rest after six months. In return he wanted me to hand over the front plot of land which is commercial area and is of greater value.
I didn’t try to contact other buyers, and now it will be a wise decision to wait till I return to my homeland. But now I am in a fix as how to have a roof over my head in my adopted land. Thanks to a devious buyer!
I will be posting when I come back to Peshawar and look up what other bloggers are posting.
I have to take care of today, which what really matters. I don’t live in the past, and I don’t have time to ponder over my childhood. Please bear in mind that the novelty of a prompt is no longer there when repeated all over again. I need a home to return to Houston. I am racking my brain to raise money to get one.
I am trying to sell the village property which my late husband gifted to me in lieu of marriage. I know what it’s worth, but people think I maybe a dimwit, or think being desperate, I will accept a low, laughable offer.
It’s just like in Galveston TX. Outsiders who visit the place, fall in love with it and buy a spot. When they need to leave — no one comes forward, and in the end it has to be left like that.
What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.
My mentor has always been God, and the book He gave us —- Quran. I am lucky I found Him at an early age. In moments of stress, ill-health, calamity, I find solace by turning to God.
I strive to better myself at my failings, and one of those were I couldn’t forgive my two paternal uncles, and my aunt (who was my mother’s younger sister). They ill treated my younger brothers. I just didn’t have it in my heart to forgive them till a few days back.
The last time I visited my parent’s grave yard was when my husband R was alive in 2011. We were on our way to R’s ancestral village. R stopped the car on the roadside. I got down to visit my parents, and younger brother in their last abodes.
I stayed away from both of my uncles’ graves. My aunt died in 2013. She is now buried in the same place. After her death her son sent the body back from New York.
God forgives us our blunders, and our sins, so I realized I should let go of my ill feelings, and resentment for my these relatives. I feel relieved that I finally let go my feelings of anger.
Have you ever had a mentor? What was the greatest lesson you learned from him or her?
Last week, I visited our village. I brought back with me fresh strawberries from the fields. My brother and neighbors were delighted when I sent them the fruit. The thing was, it was fresh and larger than the market variety.
Equal amount of sliced strawberries and whipped cream makes a nice dessert when it is chilled properly. I simply love it. My favorite is strawberry jam. Way back I used to make a huge amount to last us a year long. I would sterilize the bottles and store the prepared jam. Now, I take an easy way. Suppose it is four cups strawberries, I add two cups sugar to it. Add to it the juice of two lemons plus half a cup of water. Put the pot on slow heat till the sugar melts. Increase the heat so that it is bubbling. Keep stirring (I suddenly remembered this part) till it reduces slightly, or the consistency you want. Add one table spoon butter to bring a sheen to it. Another second or two and take it off the cooker. Pour it into a clean jar and after it cools put it in the fridge.
Its mouth watering and a million times better than the store brought variety. The plus point, it’s free of preservatives.