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

………………………………. ūüôā

DP Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance

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My earliest and fondest memory of dance was in a movie I watched when I was barely eleven. It was a classical Indian dance. The dancer was wearing a beautiful silk sari. It had to be worn in a way to avoid getting in the way of the delicate steps she took while dancing. I’ve heard it takes a long time to perfect this art. I love how elegant the dancers look.

After that I have watched ballroom dancing which is pretty artistic.

Lately I watch figure skating when there is a competition. I am  amazed how elegantly they glide on ice.

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DP Daily Prompt: All About Me

All About Me:  I am a Bengali from Bangladesh. My mother tongue is Bengali. I can speak English and Urdu. I studied some French And Spanish. I cannot speak French And Spanish because I did not get a chance to practice.

I studied in an English medium school. My father believed like a building children should have a good foundation. That school was the best in the city. According to my father, going to an English medium school did not mean we should forget our mother tongue. We were expected to speak our mother tongue the moment we arrived at home. He wasn’t interested in raising snobs.This is about the languages.

Because of my father’s job we lived in different cities. In those days we only saw the places where we lived, we did not see Bangladesh,my father was not posted there. Besides he worked for the Federal Government.

My father passed away when I was twelve. My Mom did not want to stay in the city we were living then. We moved to Bangladesh. I had to study privately, the local Convent school only had up to grade six, I was in grade eight then.

I did my high school exam privately. I completed undergraduate and masters degree from Dhaka University. I studied B.ed. in Lahore and completed the education degree from Punjab University. I received a diploma in”Teaching English as a Foreign Language” from university of London,UK.

I moved to Canada after I was married. At present my residence is in the capital of Newfoundland, Canada.

I named my blog “Sabethville” in memory of my father. It means a lot to me.

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DP Daily Prompt: Helping Hand Post by Ranu

This experience takes place in Makkah. My husband,his cousin, ¬†his family and I were travelling on the bus. The bus driver was supposed to take us to ¬†Muzdalifa where we were supposed to spend the night and come back to Makkah,the following morning. Suddenly the driver stopped and told us to get off. We had no idea where we were. My husband’s cousin,knew a few words of Arabic,he tried to explain,we won’t find our way.It was dark and deserted. The driver kept yelling and told us to get off. Miraculously someone showed up,he was an Egyptian. He had a heated dialogue with the driver and was able to convince him to drop us off at the taxi stand. To be sure he boarded the bus with us. We all got off to hire a cab.The nice man called a cab driver, told him in Arabic to drop us off ¬†in Muzdalifa. We thanked him and got in the cab. We reached our destination safely. I will always remember this.

Tunnel from Makkah

Tunnel from Makkah (Photo credit: Wikipedia)