Daily Prompt: A Storybook Day

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You have to spend one day as or with your favorite fictional character.Which  one would it be and what would you do?

I read many books and while reading a particular book, I fell in love with the main character and found that my love for the character   was only temporary, and when another book and another character came along, I transferred my loyalty to that character I was presently reading about.If this is what happens to me from one  book to another, how will I be able to choose my favorite character.

I’ve decided to choose a real person who wrote about the facts of life. Instead of choosing a favorite  fictional character ,I have selected a real life person and chose his thoughts about, ‘Giving’, the book is written by Kahlil Gibran and the topic is ‘Giving’.

In his book ‘The Prophet’, the author introduced his thoughts in a fictional manner. His thoughts are presented by his main character,Al Mustafa.

Mustafa returns to his Isle of birth, where the inhabitants plead  with him not to leave them until their questions were answered.

Al-Mustafa answered the questions, one at a time. When the rich man said , speak to us about giving , I joined with the rest of the people , I was interested to know about ‘Giving’ what is the best way of reaching my goal without anyone knowing, only  myself and the Divine.

You give but little when you give of your possessions, for these are something you guard and keep because you think you may need them tomorrow.

Speaking about possessions I could think of the clothes I have, when I give some of them away, do I give it half-heartedly, because tomorrow I might need them? I don’t like this type of giving which constantly reminds me what I gave away I could have used at a later date.

I agree with Mustafa it is  better to  give when unasked than asked.

Another thought that Mustafa presented which he didn’t like, was give to those who are deserving, how can one know who is deserving?

The trees in the orchard say no, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give so they may live, for to withhold is to perish.Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and nights is worthy of all else from you.

And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.

The  day I spent with Mustafa was the most useful day  for me. I understood what giving means.My love for the fictional character,Mustafa is permanent, because he explains the real  facts of life in a beautiful way!

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Writing 101, Day-8

Assignment: Expand a comment.

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Thank you Robert. When I read the book for the first time, I had an unbelievable reaction. I loved the book immensely.
I discussed it with Shafique and wondered what kind of a person would the author,think I am if he was alive according to what he wrote about people. I felt I did not quite absorb everything he wrote, my mind was not one hundred percent there. To bring myself in the zone, I decided to do a second reading, this time chapter by chapter. I thought it would help if I shared this with my friends in the form of a post, I might succeed in understanding myself and the author. Was I able to, I’d say partly, I’ll have to go through a third reading, this time only for myself, and on occasions discuss with Shafique, he has always been a very good friend. I feel he is my brother, whom I lost years ago. (my comment to Robert).

Kahlil Gibran’s book, “The Prophet,” is an amazing book. I read it twice, once to find out what it is about. I felt this is one of those books that leaves you with the thought, “I wonder what would the writer think about me as a person, if he were alive?”

I’m still trying to find out, I didn’t get an answer from my inner self. I think I have to read it more than twice. may be if by reading for the umpteenth time, I might get an answer. Right now it’s up in the air.

Friends please leave your comment, harsh or nice, it’s all good. Thanks for taking the trouble!

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The Conclusion: The Farewell

And now it is evening.

And the seeress said, “Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit has spoken.”

And he answered ,

Was it I who spoke?

Was I not also a listener?

Then he descended the steps of the temple.

And he reached his ship and stood upon the deck.

And facing the people he raised his voice and said:

People of Orphalese, the wind bids me to leave you.Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken.

But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again.

And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.

Yea, I shall return with the tide,

And though death may hide me,yet again will I seek your under standing.

And not in vain will I seek.

If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in more kin to your thoughts.

And if this day is not a fulfillment of your needs and my love, then let it be a promise till another day.

Know therefore, from the greater silence I shall return. Forget not that I shall come back to you. A little while , and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.

A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

And if our  hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.

So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings,and they moved eastward.

And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose into the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting.

Only Almitra was silent , gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist.

And when all the people dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying:

“A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.”

“From The Prophet”

Author , Kahlil Gibran

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