Writing Prompt: Success 365 days

Tell us about a time where everything you’d hoped would happen actually did.

 

My younger brother, Anis, was very competitive in his studies, he loved to come first in his exams. In their school if a student came first in the class exams,their name would be first in the class register, they didn’t use alphabetical order. 

My brother was very happy to have his name on top of all the names. 

One morning before going to school he told me to pray because his exam results would be out that day and he wanted his name to remain  on top of the list. I was certain he had nothing to worry and I assured him not to have any doubts.

It was after 5:30 pm, there was no sign of my brother, I started to have an eerie feeling perhaps my brother did not make it. I’m angry with myself when my optimism turns into pessimism. I kept hoping my thoughts were deceiving me.

Every few minutes I looked out the window and started pacing ,I was tired and sat down,suddenly I heard some voices outdoors, I looked out the window, the scene still haunts me,my brother was held by three of his friends,he was crying. I knew it was a bad sign.

One of them yelled out,”he missed the first place by two points, God he said I never cried this hard when I failed.”

Mom was concerned she immediately went to my brother’s school, she came back relieved and happy. She told me, “he came second.” I looked at her totally surprised, I said:

“Mom what did you think?”

“I thought he failed she said.”

My mother had no idea about her son’s ability!

 

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Daily Prompt: Have You Never Been Mellow?

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After a long day at work or school,what are your favorite ways to wind down and decompress?

 

My way of calming down is different I think. Now a days we are taking care of two beautiful kittens, one of them is naughty,I have to watch to make sure he doesn’t land in a place where he can be in trouble. It’s amazing how smart he is , I only have to say,”No Nelson”, he stops doing what he thinks I do not approve.

I also listen to my favorite songs which helps me to wind down, I write,read my novel I bought a few days ago. I sometimes talk to my dearest brother who understands me and knows what to say when he sees me stressed out.I am thankful I have a variety of things I can depend on to calm down.

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DP Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy

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It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house.What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?

This prompt is very interesting. I’m not worried or anxious if people wear shoes in my house as long as they’re not dirty.

One habit I am not fond of is when they come to see me but spend the whole time gossiping about others. I am not capable of preventing it ,I fear they’d call me rude, I stay quiet and let them talk.

I do wonder at the same time,what they say about me.

Once this same person came for a visit, my younger brother came to see me around that time. The first thing she said was, “You know so and so she’s married again isn’t she, that didn’t go over well, my brother was furious.

He replied, “so what if she’s married again,I’m not here to talk about her.”

That sealed her mouth for good.

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DP Daily Prompt: I Believe!

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Three things I believe : number one is, I am a guest of this planet , while I’m here I must do everything to help mankind. How much have I done is hard to know, this much is true everyday I’m alive I must do something good even if I talk nice to my neighbor,say thank you to the mailman who delivers my mail walking miles and miles of rough weather,slippery streets, strong winds and heavy down pour. I want him /her, to know I appreciate his daily hard work.

Number two on my list is the cashier at the Supermarket. I watched the girl scanning the items and I had quite a few, I told her I know she must be tired, in reply she said,”my back is killing me.” I felt bad and wished her a nice day. I believe it is true when I say a nice word the person on the other side feels good to know someone out there sympathizes with her.

There are a lot more things that are true, since I have one more, the last one on my list is; I agree with the American who said, “You are here only for a short while, so stop and smell the roses.”

Things that I believe are false is number one: when the politician tells us he’d scratch GST.

The second thing that I believe is false is when the tailor assures me my clothes would be stitched in five days. He knows he won’t and I hope it will be done. Guess what ,he lied.

The last one is when my brother tells me he’d write a long email. I know he won’t keep his promise!!

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DP Weekly writing Challenge: A synopsis of my memoir

I spent eleven years of my life as a happy go lucky child with very little to complain. Suddenly at age twelve  things were different, I wasn’t carefree anymore. My most important person my Dad passed away.

I with the rest of my family had to move to a place which never felt like home. My mom had difficulty making ends meet. We were scared not knowing what the future holds for us.

Suddenly instead of Dad my eldest brother took over the  family affairs. He was inexperienced, young and lacked patience which was crucial for the head of a large family.We moved from our Granpa’s village to Comilla .  We were hardly settled in our new home, when our eldest brother decided to get married. No one in the family was prepared.

To make matters worse my older brother tried his hand in business, which was completely out of his league. Within a year he lost all the money Dad left for us.

I was barely fourteen but understood what a difficult road lay before us. My second eldest brother was an accountant,he came to our rescue. Whatever he contributed wasn’t enough to meet the family’s needs. My fourth brother agreed to help out.

We were doing fine but we lost all our enthusiasm  in life, we spoke softly, we tried to focus on our studies. We believed education will bail us out of our misery.

Slowly but surely we were moving along hoping the coming days  will be brighter.

I completed my high school exam successfully. I studied four years in two different colleges. After completion I went on to do my masters degree followed by an education degree. For me the years were passing ever so slowly, I needed to work to support myself to avoid being a burden to the rest of the family members.

After completing my education I took the first job offered to me. I taught for eleven months. I then moved to the bigger city to try my luck. I got the job I wanted but was unaware there were some strings attached, the position included looking after seventy-five kids ranging in ages from five to twelve.

I found myself waking up at 5 a.m and going to bed at midnight. This took a toll on my health. I could not complain , I decided to bide my time and leave this place at the first available opportunity. It came when I received a scholarship to study in England. The administration put a number of road blocks on my way to freedom. I was able to break those barriers by my firm resolve.

I went to London for a year and, completed the diploma of ,’Teaching English as a Foreign language.”

When I came back there were jobs I could get but there was a catch none of the places had living quarters for teachers. I stayed six months at home, I was waiting to get a place to live in the city where I intended to teach. Luckily I got one but it didn’t last long because it was a girl’s college hostel and some of the students didn’t like us(other women and I)to live in the hostel, because we were not students.

There were five of us we managed to rent an apartment on the fifth floor. There was no elevator in the building, once we came back after work we never went out it was difficult to climb those stairs more than once.

After a few months I was married to a physician who lived in Montreal. I stayed with my husband’s parents in a remote village which was accessible only by boat. Seven months after my marriage I came to Montreal to join my husband.

My husband was not allowed to practice in Montreal because he was not a Canadian citizen. To be eligible to practice he’d have to wait for two more years, this was the condition only In Quebec.

Our destiny moved us to Gander, Newfoundland , fortunately my husband was able to practice there because he was an immigrant. We made Gander our home hoping to move back to Montreal after two years. A year later my husband’s boss who had promised to hand over his practice to my husband died in a highway accident. A year and a half later my husband had a myocardial infarction. After this incident we gave up the idea of moving out of Gander.

I taught In Gander for a while. My husband had health issues particularly with his heart, we decided to move to the capital because the facilities were much better.

My life after age twelve until I completed my education was the worst years of my life. It was better after I finished my education and started working.

Young people face more challenges today than me, ours was different we were not bombarded with technological advance.

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The Escape

Her family finished  packing their clothes to leave her Dad was in no hurry to go anywhere he was relaxing with his newspaper Mom was busy giving finishing touches to her cooking. Suddenly neighbors from the left side of the wall told them to leave that instant or there was danger of getting killed.

The food and the luggage were left untouched as they were getting ready to leave, Mom wanted to put on her long garment,she’d be walking on the street she wanted to cover herself, the minute she picked it up to wear it, Dad said.

“You can’t wear this , they’ll kill us, they’d know we are Muslims.”

Reluctantly Mom put down her new garment, she was uneasy there was something else she wanted to take with her, she turned around and saw her little suitcase, she picked it up, inside was all her religious books.

They left the house from the back door, as they were walking along on the dusty street  a man in a bicycle hollered.

“Take away everything from this house.”

They kept walking they were afraid to call the rickshaw puller, they’d have to say where, if they named the place they’d be killed, it took a long time to get to their destination,when they reached there the man inside who knew her Dad  showed them the part of the tent where they could rest.

They stayed two days in this place as refugees. On the third day they were informed arrangements had been made to take the train to their place of safety.

The compartments of the train was overcrowded, her little brother cried of heat exhaustion he was thirsty too, there was no water there, a man wanted to strangle him when he cried,he said.

“It’s better to kill the child instead of endangering all of our lives. The enemy must not know there are people in this compartment.”

Her Mom  cried  and held on to her baby. It was a bright night,she saw a bright star and prayed to God to help them  get to their stop safely.

When the train reached a few hundred miles it was stopped, the train tracks were covered with trunks of trees,  there was firing going on between the army and the rebels . The shooting continued for several hours, the army managed to get rid of the rebels.

The train tracks were cleared and the train was given the signal to move.They reached another hundred miles where there were friendly faces distributing food and water, they were smiling and praying  they said they hoped they’d be able to cross the border to their country safely.

Early in the morning the family arrived at the station from where they were to take another train,they got off and were advised to rest in the waiting room.

While they were waiting in the lounge, there were trains coming in one after another. There were fewer passengers in them.

The last train was completely empty that train was supposed to bring the sons and fathers of the people waiting all they saw was blood stains and empty seats. No one could ever know what happened here.

Her  family waited for two more days to go to the city where her father was supposed to work.

This is my entry for Speakeasy#148

Word count: 555

DP Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen https://sabethville.wordpress.com

I hear about ‘Sweet Sixteen often. I didn’t get the pleasure of celebrating it. It came and went like any other day in the calendar. When I think hard,I remember I was in college. Mom received a letter from one of my brothers, my second eldest brother was critically ill. Mom had the letter in her hand crying a river. I’d have to go to Chittagong ASAP to look after him. Was there anyone else with him,I know you’d think? My eldest brother, his cranky wife and did I forget, my sister who considered herself a princess would probably had no time to look after the brother.

Who would be shipped there but little old me?  I should feel good at the thought, Mom didn’t trust them . Here’s the problem I was acting as a nurse for my brother,I’d assume this was the reason for me to be there. Then the cranky one would bellow as if I was taking away her freedom.

After a few days of helping my brother, I suddenly overheard the princess telling the other siblings, I was there because I wanted to skip school. I get it they do not require my services any longer. Is this the way to show gratitude? Well I don’t know how anyone else would react,I packed my bag in a jiffy and was out the door, the princess was inwardly pleased but stopped me and said, “Ranu where are you going? My reply was I’ve heard your voice which is enough for me to leave.

This was my “Sweet Sixteen story, I bet you’re surprised !

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DP Daily Prompt: Never Again Post by Ranu

This is an interesting prompt. I remember I made up my mind never to visit my brother-in -law’s place. He and his wife were mean. I hated every moment I stayed there.

When we came back.I told my husband,I will not go to Chicago,if he plans to stay with his brother and his hideous wife. My husband loved the city. He knew if he didn’t listen to me.I will  stay home.

I did go to Chicago twice after that incident.I stayed with my nephew on one occasion and with a friend the second time.

Some people are born to give a hard time to others. These are jealous useless people,I have no time for them.

DP Daily Prompt: Bittersweet Memories Post by Ranu

It was a few years ago,I received some of my brothers things. His lawyer sent them to me as gifts.My brother died of cancer. Before his death ,he made out a will.   His instruction was to send me his books and his computer. When I opened the box,the computer and his books were neatly packed. In the corner of the large box,there was a small box. I had no idea what was in it. I opened it and to my surprise found two gold medals. These were the medals he received when he stood first in the final high school exam.

He knew I was very happy when he got those medals. To this day I don’t know why he decided to give them to me. These medals brought back sweet memories of my brother. He was a very hardworking student.His teachers were very fond of him. He was always courteous and helpful.

I sat in front of the box with the medals in my hand.I was remembering the day when he brought them home. My mother and all of us were so proud of him. I still have them . I look at them and remember him and wish he was still with us!

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‘Uncle and the Candies’

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I went for a walk with my Uncle one day.

It was quite far for me I must say.

Close to our house when we came,

he uttered, ‘Ranu  what a shame’.

‘What is it Uncle dear I said’?

‘I meant  to buy some candies for you’.

I said ‘Do you think you can bring me some’?

He promised he will and left that day.

He kept his promise my dear Uncle,

with the candies he came late that night.

The night was long,I was sleeping,

‘these are for Ranu’, he told my brother.

My sibling saw the candies and thought for a moment,

he tried but could not resist the temptation,

ate them all with tremendous speed,

Ignoring all the while  Uncle’s instruction.

Next morning out he came with a smiling face,

full of charm,loaded with grace.

I wanted to know the reason quick,

he confessed his guilt,yes he did,

I was not so generous to forgive his sin.

He stood there laughing , made fun of me.

I ran to my mother to find a solution.

‘Of course there isn’t any’  she said,’what can I do,

those candies really were not meant for you’?