DP Daily Prompt: Cut Off

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

It was a while ago, my mother went to the village to see her sister-in-law, although my eldest brother and his wife were there, I felt uncomfortable and lonely. My brother had just married, and he was one of those men who was always ready to scold us whenever his new bride complained against us.

During this time my aunt(Mom’s youngest sister) came for a visit with her children and uncle also came. Mom left us a servant who she thought would help us. I hate to say it he was dumber than dumb. All he would do whenever I asked him to do something he’d  find a room and fall asleep. My aunt I’m not sure if she ever did any house work, she was a housewife lacking the skills of being one.

It was just me fourteen years old taking care of cooking, even gave a bath to her infant daughter, aunt would sit around and gab. those were the times I missed my mom and dad, I felt lonely I worked day in and day out but never heard a single “Thank You”. My mom was visiting her brother and his wife and dad died when I was twelve. I never had a soul to talk to. my younger siblings were scared of big brother so they kept out of sight.

Those were the kind of days I wished no one should face!

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Fiction: Villainous

Lillie McFerrin Writes

This week’s prompt is “Villainous.”

Good and Evil went to school, one day,

One was happy and one was sad.

Said Good to Evil,  what makes you sad?

I could not push that girl hard enough,

So she would fall and break her neck,

Is what makes me sad!

My you are abominable Good  said to Evil,

From now on you are not my friend

Anymore.

That is how the friendship of

Good and Evil ended!

 

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365 Writing Prompts: My number one

Who is the most important person in your life? Describe this person in as great a detail as you can muster and most importantly, tell us why you cherish this person.

The most important  person in my life was my Dad, he was tall and thin and handsome , he wore a three piece suit to go to the office, his office was far away from my house so he went in a tanga ,it was a horse drawn carriage.

Every morning before 8 am the driver of the tanga came to take my Dad to work. Our dog, Tiger did not like my father to go in that kind of transportation he went in front of the horse and barked and barked but the driver ignored it and went onward.

One morning a gentleman who worked in my fathers office offered to give him a  ride in his car, because he said, “I pass the front of your street daily, it’s no trouble for me,” my Dad must have agreed because he did not use the tanga any more.

My Dad   came from a little village in Bangladesh,  he learned English, Urdu,  and Arabic.

When my teacher refused to let me go ahead in Urdu, because she said everyone should be on the same page, I got help from my Dad and finished the whole book. My Dad wasn’t aware I was not supposed to finish reading the book.

My Dad loved all of us , he wanted us to get the best education possible. He never let us eat any kind of food sold by vendors, he didn’t think it was good for us.

He passed away when most of us were very young, I remember everything he told us. I cherish him because he provided for us, he registered us in the best schools and always made sure we were healthy and happy.

Image from wikipedia, the picture below is the tanga,my father went to work in one just like this one.

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DP Daily Prompts: Unsung Heroes

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We all have our semi-secret, less known personal favorites –a great B-side, an early work by an artist that later became famous, an obscure(but delicious) family recipe. Share one of your unsung heroes with us–how did you discover it? Why has it stayed off everyone’s radar?

I have a few unsung heroes on my list, one of them is my dad, his accomplishments were many, unfortunately he was in a part of the world where his gift was not recognized, instead of welcoming him, they tried to push him aside, they were not successful, but he died very young.

Second is one of my youngest brother, he was a brilliant student, he loved to read about everything, he was doing Phd. in space science, he too like my dad died early.

Then there was my mom, she’d wow anyone with her cooking skills, friends and family knew her, the knowledge of her gift stayed within the family and friends.

At this moment I know another gifted individual, who is capable of being very famous, he knows it but as far as I know, he doesn’t use his potential as he should which in my mind is a shame.

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365 Writing Prompts: Daring do

Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person,or animal) from a dangerous situation.What happened? How did you prevail?

Our school was closed for Summer holidays, my Dad made arrangements to take us to Bangladesh, he had two reasons to visit the place, he’d be able to see his brothers and also for us to know our relatives, whom we had never seen.

We were excited to fly by airplane, it was our first time, and we’d meet our cousins, and aunts and uncles.

On the day of our journey, I had a lot of questions,my mother warned me not to be so inquisitive, besides she must have thought, it would be a brand new experience for us, she’d want us to have our experience of  exploring her home and make our own opinion. Perhaps she thought she might tell us things  she liked about it, may not be the same as far as we were  concerned. My older sister hated to join us, she couldn’t say no because my father would not have agreed to leave her home by herself. She was fussy and cranky, every time my Dad offered something to eat, she refused. I think Dad lost his patience and said, “Tui eli Kaino?” meaning why did you come?

We were having a grand time while big sis was being uncooperative. We reached Dacca safe and sound, took rickshaws to go to our uncles house. The uncle was my Dad’s youngest brother, he was pleased to see us. I wasn’t quite sure of the aunt, she was always criticizing us, one of her major disappointment was we didn’t learn to eat, by that she meant we did not eat enough, our parents spent money on expensive clothes never invested money on food. After a few days with our aunt we were ready to go to our grandparents home in the village.

This time we travelled by train, it was a long journey, we were kids enjoying every moment of it. When we arrived at Feni( name of the station) Dad told us we’d get off and hire two taxis to go to the village.

Our grandparents’ village was very attractive, every one except the servants were my mother’s relative. They all came in droves to see  us, as if were some kind of aliens from Mars, one asked the other, “Can they speak our language?”

My father felt proud, all his kids spoke fluent Bengali, that’s because it was the ground rule, we must know our mother tongue, he refused to let us turn out to be upstarts, this was the word he used.If I was unsure what the new word meant at that time, it did not take me long to comprehend.

The name of our village is “Cheora”, it is a very neat and clean village, all my mom’s relatives were good people always ready to help.

The best thing I liked about the village is the large pond of my grandparents,one day our cousin, Lily, my sister and I planned to jump in the pond, none of us knew how to swim, we were not scared, up to that time the word drown was not in our vocabulary, we stayed in the shallow end of the pond, suddenly Lily convinced my sister  to float  with her a few feet in the front, neither knew how deep the water was, both of them were having a whale of a time,then the worst happened my sister was drowning, none of us could swim, my mother happened to be there when she heard our screams she jumped to rescue my sister, she did not know how to swim either, she managed to grab my sister’s leg and pulled her towards her, my sister was fighting to get away she didn’t know mom was trying to save her, mom shook her and said, “Shelly it’s me your mom.”

When she heard mom, she stopped struggling. In the meantime the news spread like wild fire, Mr. Sabeth’s daughter has drowned, my Dad was frantic, he was blaming everyone in sight, it was their fault for letting these young girls go to the pond.

The end result of this incident was my Dad told us we were not allowed to go near or even look at the pond. One of my uncle’s claimed he  swam like a fish we should have called him. Had we waited for him it would have  turned out to be a tragedy.

The last few days we were in our grandparents village we were only allowed to walk on land and never in the water.

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365b Writing Prompts: Out of your reach

Was there a toy or thing you always wanted as a child , during the holidays or on your birthday but never received? Tell us about it.

I always asked for very simple things, my parents always fulfilled my wish. I recall once I saw some of our neighborhood kids playing with a tennis ball. I don’t know why I thought I must have one too.

In the evening when my Dad returned from work, he was hardly inside the door of our house, I stopped him and asked him if I could have a tennis ball, he immediately turned around and bought four tennis balls, one each for my other siblings and me.

Now when I think of that day, I wonder why I didn’t wait to ask my Dad later, he must have been tired, or hungry.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/365b-writing-p…-of-your-reach

365 Writing Prompts: Safety First

Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.

I have learned from experience that at times the so called family friends are the ones ,one must be careful of.

It happened one day, my sister’s friend’s husband came to pick me up to go to his home for supper, I guess his wife was busy cooking, so she didn’t come with him.

I knew who he was since I was only ten or eleven years old, he came to our house a few times, my Dad was not so fond of him because he once asked his wife to take off his shoes in my Dad’s presence. He told my mom, “this man is very ill-mannered.”

My mom laughed and didn’t think much of the incidence.

A few years later he found out where I was teaching,he came to take me to his house, on the way he suddenly looked at me and said, “What would you do if I take you somewhere else?”

Those words terrified me, I stayed quiet, he laughed, I felt unsafe and told myself I’d never go anywhere with a man even if I knew him.

On the way back I coaxed his wife to come with us so she could see where I lived.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/20/365-writing-pr…s-safety-firs

DP Daily Prompt: Salad Days

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Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times( or lack thereof).

I do have a lot of pleasant memories of my childhood, we the siblings enjoyed playing with each other, we did not hesitate to make fun of each other if we made a mistake.

Our day started very early, my mom woke up at 3 am, each morning to pray and then it would be long hours in the kitchen cooking. My dad was fussy, he did not like the same food each morning, my mom had to cook different types of food for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Whenever my dad was in a bad mood the servants were afraid to take his food, none of my siblings would volunteer either. My mom would look at me with a straight face and say, “Ranu take your Dad’s breakfast, or dinner depending on the time of day.”

You must be wondering about lunch, my mom sent it through one of my Dad’s Chaprasi(this was a man who ran errands for my dad).

Apart from taking my dad’s food when he was not in the best mood, I spent long hours playing with my siblings.

One thing I loved about my Dad was, he did not want us to eat street foods, but if a vendor came by with delicious pastries he would make sure to buy for us, because he felt it was safe for us to eat.

I remember once my Dad was gone somewhere four of us went to his bathroom to take a shower, we were screaming and playing with water, suddenly I heard, “Amaar ghoosal khanai ke ray?”(Who is in my bathroom)?

We froze and stopped, there was no way out we knew he’d catch us, he came slowly, opened the door and told my three siblings to leave immediately, I was scared I thought he’d pull my ears but he didn’t. He told me I was allowed to take a shower in his bathroom but to make sure the other three didn’t join me.

Yes he didn’t scold me, he knew I was the only one who kept things tidy and also took his food when he was upset.

“Those were the days, I thought will never end!” When I think back it makes me smile and wish I could go back in time.

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DP Daily Prompts:Hand-Me-Downs

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Clothes and toys,recipes and jokes,advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs.Tell us some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.

“Hand-Me-Downs, ” I like this thoughtful and wonderful title.

I have some meaningful hand-me-downs from my Dad and Mom.

These are some I always think about and abide by: One day my Dad came back from work, for some reason he came to my room, I had my books scattered on the floor I was doing my homework, he was not happy to see me on the floor, or do my work in the dark, he turned on the light and said, “never do your work in the dark, you’ll have problem with your eyes.”

I sat up and replied, “All right, Abba.”( Abba is an Arabic word for Dad).

I resumed my work, my Dad smiled and said, “Are you doing your homework?”

I replied, “No Dad,I’m doing my friend’s homework?”

His facial expression immediately changed, he was angry, “Ranu, he said, I do not ever want to hear you’re doing your friend’s homework, my advice to you is do not let  anyone take advantage of you.”

After that incidence my Dad was never angry with me.

My Mom had plenty of advice for me, I spent most of my time with her when I wasn’t playing with my siblings.

My Mom was a very religious person she told me stories about the prophet on one of these occasions the subject changed to telling lies, she once told me, “Ranu you should never lie, God will not forgive you, the only time you’d be forgiven is when your life is in danger, another thing back-biting she said was a serious sin, you must never talk about other people, if they are mean, ignore them, she also said otherwise their sins will fall on your shoulders.”

I know these from when I was six years old. Do I remember these, I do most of the time but when people are mean I cannot help talking about them.

The above are the hand-me-downs I treasure because they were advice from my parents.

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/dp-daily-prompts

DP Daily Prompts: Adult Visions

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As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup( or becoming one) , how far off  was your idea of adult life.

When I was a kid I only saw my parents as adults, in my opinion then it meant they have a lot of power, they can tell us what we can and cannot do, in my case the little bit of money I had I wasn’t allowed to buy any kind of junk food, because according to my dad I’d be sick. I wasn’t sure what I am to do with the money if buying junk food is not allowed.

Then mom would force me to eat food I disliked such as egg, eggs always made me sick, my mom only believed me when I threw up, after this incidence mom stopped forcing me to eat eggs.

Oh I forgot to mention my big sister she was really a pain, whenever I wasn’t able to complete my homework I’d stay home, I was afraid of the punishment by the nuns, they were strict. On the day when I stayed home the school bus driver would keep honking for more than five minutes, I knew I was in trouble then. My Dad was very sweet he’d call me from his room and say ‘Ranu , you didn’t go to school?’

I’d say, ‘Dad I have a tummy ache .’

Dad wouldn’t ask another question, my sister was a whole different personality, she’d scream from her room and yell,”Rani you didn’t go to school?”

Notice how Ranu became Rani, to her it meant she was the boss and to show it the spelling of my name changed.

In my mind I thought when will I be able to boss around younger kids like my sister.

I didn’t like being nasty to younger kids, also if I wanted their attention I’d have to be nice or no one would care to listen to me.

When I’m upset the only thing that works for me is,”Silence”, if I stop talking my kids are afraid.

I was far off I thought when I grow up I’ll also be bossy like my sister, but I soon realized that kind of thing turns off young and old alike.

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