Daily Prompt : Survive

In response to the prompt : Survive

I believe we need physical and mental strength to survive the long winters in our city. Just when we think winter is over, the weatherman announces there will be a  snowstorm with close to fifteen or more cm of pure white snow. I  wonder isn’t it the month of May? How can we have a snowstorm this late in the season?

But Nature keeps on changing its mind and we the residents try our utmost to get through yet another bout of the white feathery stuff, which we didn’t think would come back, this late in the year.

While we manage to withstand this blow, Nature connives to check our endurance. I can hear from the distance, ‘yo humans it’s all your fault, you do not respect the environment, you dump garbage all over the world, we are not going to standby and watch your actions, we will indeed remind you, You reap what you sow!’

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365 Writing Prompt: Four stars

Write a review of your life –or the life someone close to you –as if it were a movie or a book.

He was my younger brother, his name was Nurul, my father named him. As a little boy he seemed bright, but we could not gauge his brilliance before he started going to school.

On the instruction of my eldest brother I registered him In “Our Lady of Fatima Convent”, none of us took the time to teach him the alphabets or the numbers. His classmates were well ahead of him.

One day his classmate who sat next to him  was far ahead of him in Mathematics and Bengali, Nurul requested him to teach the numbers, it took him probably a month, he was able to go ahead in every subject of his classmate from whom he learned the numbers.

From that month onward he was speeding along in each subject, no one could beat him in any subject. When he was in grade six he asked me to pray for him for he was planning to compete in the sixth grade scholarship exam. I remember I stayed quiet, I did not give him too much hope, I had no idea about these exams.

When the results came out he was one of the boys who was successful. Two years later he competed in the eighth grade scholarship, he quietly asked me if I thought he will get the scholarship. I only said “I do not know how good you are, I can only find out by asking you  some questions from History.”

It was the subject I took for my post graduate course.I was clearly amazed how much he knew,it was  as much as I did, and he was only in grade eight.

I told him then , “If you know this much in History, I have no doubt you will get the scholarship.”

He stood first in the scholarship exam.

After that success he never looked back. he kept doing better and better in grades nine and ten. In the final board exam, he scored three hundred out of three hundred in general Math,Additional math and compulsory math. His scores were unbelievable in every subject. He secured first place in the exam in the whole district.

He chose to study in Dhaka city, he registered in the catholic college. In those days there was stiff competition between the catholic college and the government college students. Unfortunately the government college principal made it his mission to stop the catholic college students do better in the final exams. Before this the catholic college students  always topped the list in the final exams. The year my brother was in the final it changed, the government college students did better.

My brother was heart broken, yet  he continued his studies and successfully completed his masters degree in Physics.

He then came to Canada to work on his PhD.  in Space  Physics, he was unable to complete it as he fell victim to cancer and could not survive!

 

365 Writing Prompt: Tell us your story

Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took or an emotional one.

This trip was physical as well as emotional. It was one of those trips you hope no one will ever have to take. It was necessary for the family to find out whether there was any hope to get their most important family member get well. The first trip was within the country, where the physician without hesitation gave his verdict, it was pointless to have heart surgery because the patient would not be able to survive it.

Next step was to go somewhere else, the said patient was already too weak to undergo any kind of surgical procedure. The physician treating him was the best one, who admitted it won’t be easy, but he’d be able to operate.

The day of surgery was tense for the family members, on the appointed time the guy came to the hospital room to take the patient to the operating room  for surgery. As he was leaving he said, “do not wait in the hospital, go to your hotel, it will take hours to operate.”

The family members went back to the hotel but came back a few hours later. This is when the waiting game started. All the family members of the patients were leaving with a smile on their faces.

This family had no idea whether the surgery was completed, how was the patient, there was no one to give an answer. At about 10 pm the family was called, the physician showed up and gave his account of how the surgery went. The surgery was successful but the family needed to wait for seventy-two hours, before the physician would be able to say, if the patient will be okay.

After seventy-two hours the family was told the patient will be okay and he’d have to stay in the hospital for a month to recuperate.

A month later the patient was released and was allowed to take the flight home!

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Fiction : Isolated

Seventeen year old Melanie was tired of living in an isolated village, she pleaded with her mother to leave this lonely village to a larger community where she’d find girls her own age to hang out with.

Her mother wasn’t thrilled with this idea, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive with the amount of money she received from her ex-husband.

She wanted her daughter to be happy, she discussed the idea of moving with her close friend, her friend encouraged her to try.

They moved to a larger community close by, mom soon realized every thing cost more, she was running out of money, to get by she sold most of her things.

They were broke, in school Melanie could not make friends, the girls were too snobby, she was unhappy, Melanie and her mom soon understood their small   lonely village was far better, at least they had friends!

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