Daily Prompts: My favorite

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What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.

My favorite person in my childhood was my Dad, the times I spent apart from him was when I went to school and my Dad went to work. Besides when he came home, he had to rest and I’d wait for him to relax in our front garden where I’d sit on the grass and talked to him about many things, most of the time it used to be questions, which he’d answer sometimes, other times, he’d read his newspaper, which meant, “Ma I’m busy.”

When he passed away, I had more than one person to spend my time with, they were my siblings.

When I moved to another city to pursue my education, and I was living in a residence, I spent time with my classmates. On weekends I visited my uncle in the city, he was a very nice man, he’d ask me about my classmates, who they were, what did their father do for a living. This question confused me, I told him I didn’t know  anything about their father.

He cautioned me about these mysterious friends, who he thought might not be good for me to hang out with. I found the girls friendly, I was happy I got to spend time with them, it helped me to recover from homesickness which troubled me a lot in the beginning.

Now a days my favorite companion is my book, I spend hours reading it. I only stop when it’s time for my prayer, or to feed the felines or eat when it’s lunch time. Sometimes I spend time away from my book when my eyes start to be painful or when I suddenly feel the need to take a nap.

I was relieved when I finished reading, “Atlas Shrugged,” it was a wrong companion I chose. I’ve learned my lesson, now my book companion will be chosen very carefully.

I’m reading one now, Paulo Coelho is the author. I’ve completed reading more than half of the book. I’ll be ready for the next one hopefully tomorrow.

A book I feel is the type of companion I like, I put it aside when I’m tired, I don’t have to do anything to please it, unlike a real person who can be demanding, who expects me to be pleasant all the time, which is not possible for a human being like me.

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Daily Prompt: This Is Your Life

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If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it cover to cover.

If someone other than me writes a story of my life, I will definitely  read it .I know better than anyone what has happened in my life, except when I was an infant, the stories about me when I was an infant would fascinate me, I would be interested to know, whether I was a cranky one or was calm and quiet.

My sister told me, when I was an infant I frequently fainted. There was one incident she talked about often, it was when my aunt had me in her lap, I fainted. My aunt was terrified she told my mother she didn’t do anything and could not explain why I fainted. My sister assured her it was not my aunt’s  fault, I always fainted without any reason.

I know my story after I was capable of understanding. So it will not be easy to make up any stories about me.

Since I’m curious to know my future, I will read the book from cover to cover to know what will happen in my life.

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DP Daily Prompt: Connect the Dots

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Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.

He smiles.

I entered my living room to look for a book, suddenly I felt there was someone else, besides me, I turned around, at first I could not recognize him, he called my name, I looked up straight at him and asked, ” what brings you here?”

My unfriendly question took him by surprise. He smiles. ” Wow you’ve changed he said, do you always welcome your guests this way?”

It was my time to reply, “not really I said, you always show up when you want something, I’m afraid today is a bad day I’m in no mood to give you anything, please leave.”

He stood up I could see clearly he was disappointed, I was in a sour mood and was hardly in a giving mood, he quietly left without saying another word.

It was a few years ago my brother Waseem wrote a book, he sent the draft to one of his friends, I knew nothing about it, I was angry, he did not trust me enough to let me know about his book.

His friend liked what he wrote, he published it in his name, my brother found out about it but took no action against his friend.

This was the first time I saw my brother, I was still annoyed with him  for being so stupid, he trusted anyone and everyone but could not trust his own sister,somehow he thought if it’s a friend, he is trustworthy.

I could not believe he’d come after all these years to see me, after he left I got ready to go out to run some errands, on my way out I saw something in the mailbox, it was an envelope I picked it up, came inside to see who left this piece of mail for me.

It was a note from my brother, he apologized for not trusting me, this time he said, “I’ve written another book I  want you to read the draft and let  me know what you think.”

Those words made me so happy, I instantly forgave him and invited him to come to the house for dinner!

k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/dp-daily-promp…nnect-the-dots/

 

DP Daily Prompts: Final Trio

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For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked and a song you love.

Raphael and Gabriel my favorite felines were happily eating their food I gave them for lunch, I thought while they’re busy eating, I’ll check the Youtube to listen to the narrator about the Moors in Spain. I was busy listening and enjoying watching some of the cities in Spain. Suddenly it dawned on me I have a book on Spain let me check if I can find some of the places in Spain  the narrator is talking about. To my utter disbelief I found Raphael pulled out a book from my bookcase, he had a part of the cover in his mouth busily chomping it.

I carried Rapha and put him in the hallway. On the other side of the living room Gabriel knocked down my table lamp and cracked and broke a few pieces, I carried him out and told both of them, they are not allowed in the living room the rest of the day.

I was very upset with the felines, I thought I must listen to my favorite song, it will at least make me forget about the felines for sometime.

Here is the song, I hope you’ll like it,it’s by our Canadian singer Celine Dion.

 

k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/20/dp-daily-prompts-final-trio/

 

 

 

DP Daily Prompts: The Object of My Dejection

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Tell us the Object of Your Dejection– something you made, a masterpiece unfinished , or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations.What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?

My dejection is entirely different than the question asked. So far I did not make anything, there is no unfinished masterpiece, or no project undone by me, I didn’t start one.

Here is my reason for dejection, I bought a book which I should have completed reading at least a month ago, I haven’t, I am not even close to finishing it, I’ve only read a few chapters.

What’s wrong the book is boring, I still attempted to read it, I’ve already bought the book. I’ve tried to read at least four or five chapters at a time, I ended up reading only a few pages. It’s a peculiar problem I’m having, as soon as I start reading it, I feel extremely sleepy, I close the book and try to sleep I do not feel sleepy anymore.

The book itself has failed to meet my expectation, I’ll have to start reading it again today, let me see what happens.

How will I do things differently next time? I will read a few pages of the book in the store before I buy it, it might work.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/17/dp-daily-promp…f-my-dejection

DP Daily Prompt: One at a Time

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Today write a post about the topic of your choice— using only one syllable words.

Wait nice girl , I can give you one wish , what do you want?  I told June.

Can you give me a pen? she asked, I need it to write on my hand.

But why I said, your hand will not look clean.

June said: I do not have cash to buy a book, can you give me some? One day I will pay you back.

I gave her some coins to buy a book.

June bought the book, came back to show me.

How nice I said, now you can write in your book.

From that day on  June and I were best friends!

I just realized how difficult it is to use only one   syllable words.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/dp-daily-prompt-one-at-a-time

 

365 Writing Prompts: A source of Anxiety

Write about a noise—–or even a silence— that won’t go away(We’ll let you interpret this in different ways…)

“Silence is not always golden.” I found out recently, if it is too quiet in my house something is going on, especially my kittens they must be up to something.

One day our two felines, Raphael and Gabriel were unusually quiet, I was happy thinking they were napping, I ignored their silence and concentrated on my work.

I was deep in thought  when the sound of meow brought me back to reality, I got up to find out where the felines were, sure enough they were busy chewing the cover of my new book.

I just said, “now I know why you two were so quiet.”

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/365-writing-pr…rce-of-anxiety

DP Daily Prompts: Reader’s Block

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What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without reading a book(since learning how to read, of course)? which book was it that helped the dry spell?

The longest I’ve gone without reading a book was about a week. I looked around one day to read one.I noticed a book my daughter gave me, I picked it up but the title did not make me curious.

I started reading to my surprise I got more and more interested, and ended up reading it twice. it is a memoir of Saroo from India. He did a very good job, he came from a very poor family,was lost and ended up in an orphanage at age five.

He was adopted by an Australian couple.They took him to Australia raised him. After twenty-five years he was reunited with his original family in India.

It is an unbelievable story of a little boy who kept reminding himself of his mother and siblings.

k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/10/12/dp-daily-prompts-readers-block/

DP Daily Prompt: Matters of Taste

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When was the last time a movie, a book,or a television show left you cold despite all your friends (and/ or all the critics) raving about it? What was it that made you go against the critical consensus?

I cannot recall having an experience like that. I’ve watched movies, read books or watched  television shows that were recommended by my daughter, I found them as good as she described them.

Permalink: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/13/dp-daily-promp…tters-of-taste/

 

DP Daily Prompt: Back of the Queue

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Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting( an activity, hobby, or anything else, really? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.

Lately I am thinking of writing a book, this is not something I’ve always wanted to do, but am thinking about it since last year. I’m not sure what I can write about. I have often thought about writing about the kids I taught.

My best experience came from teaching, I always loved kids they were a joy to teach, to talk with, I watched them grow into lovely human beings, they are so innocent,so outspoken,  when they think  someone is not being fair.

I remember about an incident I was teaching them religion, there was a story of the natives who allowed the visitors to take as much land as they want by walking, the visitors misused it by running as far as they could to claim the land.Immediately every single hand shot up in disapproval, they said, “But miss that’s cheating they were not permitted to do that”.

I thought about their reaction and felt God bless them, if our heads of states could be as fair as these kids, they would think twice before they took away territories from innocent nations. Wars in the name of peace would not have taken place.

Whenever I think of writing ,the faces of my kids I taught comes to my mind, and I tell myself they deserve to be written about.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/07/01/dp-daily-prompt-5