Daily Prompt : Genius

In response to daily prompt :  Genius

A long time ago when we were kids, we met a tailor, he fled from his birthplace in India during the communal riots, and came to Rawalpindi.

Fortunately he opened his shop in front of our house.

One day he came to our house and asked my mom if she had a sewing machine, mom said, ‘Yes.’

He told my mom his story, how he ran away from India with his family, that he was a tailor by profession.

He asked,  ‘Will you lend me your machine, if you do I’ll stitch your clothes free?’

Mom was known for helping anyone in trouble. She lent her machine to the tailor, the man as promised did not charge us for stitching our clothes.

As we got to know him we’d take some magazines and ask him if he could stitch a dress like the one in the picture.

He said, ‘Yes I can make a dress exactly like this, you have to get the fabric you like.’

The first time we gave  him the fabric, he stitched the dress exactly like the picture in the magazine, I thought, WOW! this guy is a “Genius!”

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Daily Prompt : Tailor

In response to daily prompt : Tailor

I asked the tailor to stitch my brother’s suit,

He tailored it right, my brother, said,  ‘Oh shoot,

I don’t like it,

It doesn’t fit,

It makes me look like a worthless brute!

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DP Daily Prompt: I Believe!

Three things I believe : number one is, I am a guest of this planet , while I’m here I must do everything to help mankind. How much have I done is hard to know, this much is true everyday I’m alive I must do something good even if I talk nice to my neighbor,say thank you to the mailman who delivers my mail walking miles and miles of rough weather,slippery streets, strong winds and heavy down pour. I want him /her, to know I appreciate his daily hard work.

Number two on my list is the cashier at the Supermarket. I watched the girl scanning the items and I had quite a few, I told her I know she must be tired, in reply she said,”my back is killing me.” I felt bad and wished her a nice day. I believe it is true when I say a nice word the person on the other side feels good to know someone out there sympathizes with her.

There are a lot more things that are true, since I have one more, the last one on my list is; I agree with the American who said, “You are here only for a short while, so stop and smell the roses.”

Things that I believe are false is number one: when the politician tells us he’d scratch GST.

The second thing that I believe is false is when the tailor assures me my clothes would be stitched in five days. He knows he won’t and I hope it will be done. Guess what ,he lied.

The last one is when my brother tells me he’d write a long email. I know he won’t keep his promise!!

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DP Daily Prompt: Memories of holidays Past Ranu’s post

Eid celebration (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My most favorite holiday is “Eid al-Fitr. It is an important Islamic celebration.  I have incredible memories of this day. The festivities begin after the end of Ramadan. Parents have a lot of work to do before this precious holiday.

My Mom was responsible to buy materials for us. Then the tailor came to take our measurements .  He’d tell my Mom when the clothes would be ready. Most of the time the clothes were ready two days before this holiday.

We’d wait patiently for the day of the celebration. One ‘Eid Day”. The tailor brought the stitched clothes the day before. We were concerned ,we thought we’d have to wear our old clothes instead of   the new ones.

The morning of ‘Eid Day’ we’d compete who’d take a shower first. We’d wear our new dresses and wish our parents. We’d thank them for providing the clothes. My Dad would take my brothers to the mosque to pray. We’d wait for them to come home, my Dad would give us money. We’d be very happy and plan what we’d do with the money.

We’d gather together and have a bowl of Vermicelli, a sweet dish prepared by Mom. This day was full of activities. We’d visit our friends and families. We had to eat more of the same dish everywhere we went.  Mom always cautioned us not to say no.  We’d eat and were afraid we’d be sick.

Back at home, Mom would call us for lunch. We’d enjoy eating ‘Rice Pilaf’, ‘Mutton Korma’, ‘Beef Curry’, “Raita'( yogurt salad), she made vegetable salad with cucumber,tomatoes,onions, green chillies,sprinkled with lemon juice.  We’d thank God before and after for the meals with family and friends.

By seven we’d be in bed fast asleep. Mom couldn’t she served meals to the servants.  She’d finish her night time prayer and then go to sleep.

Those memories are still fresh in my mind as if it happened only yesterday!