Daily Prompt: Style Icon

Describe your personal style, however you’d like to interpret that — your clothing style,your communication style, your hair style, your eating style, anything.

Let me think what’s my personal style. I wake up at 4.30 AM daily to say my morning prayer. It is called Fajr in Arabic, after my regular prayer, I say special prayers for my Dad, Mom, my siblings who are no longer with us. I also pray for my husband, my brothers -in-law and my mother and father-in-law. I pray for my good friend Mini, my sister-in-law who is unwell.It takes twenty-five minutes to complete the prayers.

After the prayer I go to the kitchen to have breakfast. For breakfast I eat a slice of bread, spread with peanut butter and a cup of sugarless tea, but I add milk.

After breakfast I’m back in my bedroom, I turn on the computer to see if there are any messages and also to find out what is the daily prompt.

If my brain is ready I write the prompt if not I wait and do other things like taking a shower. After the shower I get dressed , I wear a pair of trousers and a shirt . If it is sunny and warm I do not wear a sweater or a thin jacket. If it is cooler than normal I wear a sweater and a fall jacket.

I tie my hair in a pony tail, I do not fuss with my hair, to keep it from covering my eyes I tie it.

I communicate with my friend in Montreal over the phone once every two weeks, sometimes I have so much to tell her, it takes an hour and then some to complete the call. Locally I  call the butcher if I want a special cut of beef, the pharmacist for a refill, the physician’s office for an appointment, sometimes it’s for the yearly flu’shot or prescription renewal.

My lunch is very simple,it takes only a few minutes to prepare. I enjoy supper, it’s the only meal when I eat more than breakfast and lunch combined.

This is all about me.

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DP Daily Prompt: Do or Die

You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person,place or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace.Go!

This morning I took out my favorite thing “The Vacuum Cleaner.” Without this awesome creation of technology, my house would look  no better than a garbage dump.

I took out this awesome machine, turned it on and voila it was getting rid of the cat hair, the cat food I spilled yesterday evening was gobbled by it in minutes.

I went to the kitchen the particles not visible by human eye were comfortably laying there, knowing the owner of the house will not see them, my amazing machine cleared it in no time, the kitchen that was not so clean became as clean as a whistle.

I moved on with my man made creation to my bedroom, the cat hair found its way there too,I extended the hose of my machine with a swishing sound it swallowed  the hair  and dirt which ultimately  landed in the paper bag.

The cats were amazed to see such a machine they stayed clear of it for they did not want to be victims like the hair, the dirt,  food particles, bits of paper chewed by the naughty cats; Raphael and Gabriel.

I was about to disconnect the poor machine it worked so terribly hard for me, suddenly I heard a little voice, “Miss you forgot to use me on the bathroom floor.”

Did I really hear it, of course I did so I went to the bathroom and found locks of hair were in the corner trying to hide from me and the vacuum cleaner, I pointed the hose in the corner and my priceless machine did the job. I was so glad I have it, tell me is there another thing as useful as this my wonderful machine!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/02/02/dp-daily-prompt-do-or-die

 

Writing Prompt: Prized Possession

Describe an article you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?

As a child I was incredibly fond of my hair. I wasn’t exactly sure how to take care of it. I let my hair down, combed very seldom, my dad gave me the nick name,”Haza booti” I didn’t know what it meant,so I’m guessing it means, “The girl with the messy hair”.

As I grew older I continued to have the problem of how will I fix my hair,I bought some hair pins but they couldn’t hold my hair, it was too bushy.

Then I bought ribbons, but they were the object of criticism, they were not matching my dress. So I discarded the ribbons.

What can I do now I thought, an idea came to me, I should try and form into a plait. This went for a while.Pretty soon I had enough and chose to let the hair down.

Now my hair is still where it’s supposed to be,it’s more manageable and I am happy with it.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/365-days-April 02- prized possession/

DP Daily Prompt: Quirk of Habit

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I know someone who had a strange habit. His kids used to make a hole in the butter,when they took some for their toasts.. He’d be annoyed for a few minutes. He’d then take a knife, to smooth the hole. It took him a couple of minutes  to make it smooth,and while doing it he would mumble. “I don’t know why these kids don’t know  how to take out butter to spread on their toast?”

To me this is a quirky habit.

I have several quirky habits,I brush my teeth after every meal. I always feel something is stuck in my teeth. I clip my finger nails short. I cannot bear to have them long.

I dislike writing with a pencil. I think my writing is not clear. I  hear a hissing sound when I write with a pencil.

I’ve watched some people taking out a mirror to see if their hair looks right . They’d  go to the powder room to look at their outfit. They don’t seem to think it’s okay, or oh I have to powder my nose.

DP Daily Prompt: Mad As A Hatter

There are times when we think ‘Silence is Golden’. I feel these words are not always practical in real life situation. I’ll tell you why I’m saying that.

One of my classmates in London , remarked, ‘Sabeth you’ll never have enemies you hardly speak’. ‘Not so, I told him, they think I’m too proud’.

This is one example of silence,the other is people think they can easily tell you off. Silence to them means the person is stupid.

Third example is the one where you do everything you’re asked in return you’re yelled at.

The third example is what I’ll deal with today. My husband asked me to cut his hair one day. He had all the barber’s tools. The only problem was I never trained to be a barber. I told him I did not think I could do it. He assured me it’s simple.

So I took the role of a barber but had no experience.  I took on the job and started cutting his hair. I spent about ten minutes when my husband suddenly yelled at me,what was my fault, according to him I was moving too much. I completely lost it I was so angry I thought I’d  start crying. I cannot recall if I wept,but I certainly let him know what I thought of his behavior.

My husband was shocked to see me so angry. He had a smile on his face. His expression was enough for me to know he could not believe I’d be this angry.

Tagore song–kholo kholo daar post and translation by Ranu

Open the door

Do not make me stand

outdoors any more.

Speak ,look at me

Come with open arms to greet me.

Open the door

Do not make me stand

Outdoors any more.

The work is done

The evening stars are shining

The sun is set

The ferry is back

Open the door

Do not make me stand

Outdoors any more.

Did you bring

The stuff home?

Did you dress up,

Tie your hair

Pluck the flowers

String the garland?

The cattle is back

The birds are in

Their nest.

The roads

Surrounding the world

Are lost in the dark.

Open the door

Do not make me stand

outdoors any more!

Nazrulgeeti by Rafi Post and Bangla translation by Ranu

Mohammed Rafi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Untie your hair my dear,

this is where my heart is captured.

Your charming hair with

its metallic ribbon

has made my blind love helpless.

When the scent of your hair

enticed humans to come secretly

you fainted and collapsed on the hand

and locked up on the arm.

You kept the heart,

attached to those earrings,

turned away your eyes,

and let me steal.

You  came for a stroll,

in the confines of the body,

and never went back.

Untie your hair,

this is where my heart is captured.

This is a song written by Kazi Nazrul Islam. He used Bengali and Urdu in the lyrics. I didn’t know he could be so funny. I tried my best to translate this . It may not sound funny in English,but I laughed a lot while I was translating it.