Everyday Inspiration, Day Thirteen:Play with word count

Day Thirteen : Play With Word Count


‘Going for a walk with my Uncle.’

When I was a little girl, the only relative who came to visit us was my maternal uncle Abu. We lived in Rawalpindi, Pakistan, at that time. My uncle Abu was the only one who lived close enough to be able to come and see us. All our other relatives lived in Bangladesh, it wasn’t practical financially to make such a long trip.

On one of his visits he invited me to go for a walk with him. I gladly accepted his invitation, our house was on Peshawar Road. It was a long straight road with a paved sidewalk, which continued as far as the children’s park.

I had a great time walking with him, I was proud to know he was an army major and wanted to take me for a walk. No one ever gave me any importance. It was a proud moment for me.

We walked as far as the park, turned around and headed home. When we reached the gate of our house, my uncle stopped and said, “I completely forgot something!”

“What did you forget uncle?” I said.

“To buy some candy for you.”

“No, you didn’t,” I said.

“What?”  He asked.

I said, “you did not want to buy me candies which is why you only mentioned when we reached the gate of the  house!”

My uncle was embarrassed, he said, “one of these days I’ll buy you a bag of candies, you’ll see!”

I said, “I don’t believe you.”

What happened after, I rather not write now, but save it for future!  🙂



Everyday Inspiration,Day Twelve:Critique a Piece of Work

Day Twelve : Critique a Piece of Work


Today I’d like to write about a memoir, the title of the book, “A House In The Sky.”

The authors are Amanda Lindhout& Sara Corbett

It is a story of a girl who kept her hopes of freedom alive even though she was kidnapped, tortured and starved.

I couldn’t believe human beings would stoop so low to get what they wanted.

While reading the book I was anxious to find out if she’d be free from the torture she went through. I almost wanted to skip the pages to know how this horror story ends.I realized I must be patient and read each page. In the end Amanda and her friend were united with their families.

It’s a memoir worth reading.