Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing about Saint Patrick’s Day, or by going with anything else that you think fits
My first grandchild, a boy was born on March 17, 2010. We, my husband and myself, became grandparents for the first time and his birthdays is always celebrated with lot of enthusiasm and excitement.
It was only when we came to America, that I came to know the significance of March 17 for the rest of the western world. While everyone celebrates Saint Patrick’s Day on March 17th, we celebrate our grandson’s birthday and becoming grandparents!
March 13, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a place where children once played. It can be a field, a playground, or any place that attracted children to play. But now it is empty. Abandoned. Go where the prompt leads!
We were on strict lockdown, the schools and universities were closed. All stores except grocery stores were closed. The kids were not allowed to play outside. Their playgrounds looked deserted, abandoned.
At some places, a tape was circling the entire complex so that kids don’t try to take slides or ride the merry-go-round.
Everyday, while walking I’d see the tape broken and sometimes even small children with their mom on the swings. They’d disregard the notices of warning and would sneak in for a bit of fun.
It was a tough time, especially for the young kids!
Today is my late Father’s birthday. If he were alive he would have turned 93!
I’m sure that most people have the highest regard and respect for their parents. My respect for my late father is even more so because he took up the responsibility of raising us three siblings when our mom passed away and was always there for us. He was a two-in-one parent, a mother, and a father in one.
He had a delightful sense of humor, I don’t remember being scolded by him for all the misadventures I had, and he would smile or laugh out loud at some of my bloopers. I got my love of reading and poetry from him. He loved to quote us verses from famous Urdu poets like Ghalib and Iqbal.
He always showed us how to be, by example. Kind and humble, polite, and ever-caring for everyone around him. He had complete faith in his religious beliefs and Almighty Allah. He was the reason that I too developed such a strong faith.
To remember him I want to share this quote;
I have always looked up to my dad. I wanted to be as kind, caring, and just as he was. I was very lucky to have a father like him.
My beloved city boasts of a canal running through its entire length in a curving line, following its contours. When days were younger and people were not that plenty, the road running parallel to the canal was often deserted in the hot summer afternoons, save people, especially children who had no air conditioning, or access to a swimming pool would like to swim in the not so clean water of the canal. They’d streak across the road, its hot surface burning their bare feet and take a running jump into the canal water. Now we have a population of around 12 million and people are more affluent, but on summer afternoons, your eyes will meet the same sight as they did 30-40 years ago!
February 13, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a smear of jam. Is it across a slice of toast, a white shirt, or something unexpected? The jam could be the focus or detail that ads a twist. Who are the characters with the jam and where are they situated in space and time? Go where the prompt leads!
My grandmother was an accomplished cook. She would cook delicious food daily, but what I remember most about her was the preserves, pickles, and jams she used to make with seasonal fruits.
Orange marmalade, apple jam, plum jelly, and guava jam were her specialties. I’d often stand with her when she was making the jams. she’d show me how to test for the readiness of the mixture.
“Put a smear of the jam on a plate and drag your finger through it. If the two parts remain separate, your jam is ready to be bottled”!
I know a lot of medical fact, some trivia about people in showbiz and other useless facts. But can I recall even one at this moment; Nopes!
Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?
Right now I just have small snacks and they can’t be classified as meals. Perhaps the one snack I like most is in the morning, for I can have a few sips of tea or coffee with it.
What do you enjoy most about your blog?
I love writing my posts. Getting inspired by different prompts and responding to them makes my creative juices flow. The second best is reading the blogs of those who I follow, and of course reading the comments on my blog.
What are you passionate about outside of writing?
I like to see society treat everyone justly. I am quite vocal about the issues people are facing all over the world. While I don’t/ can’t take any actions practically regarding these matters, I like to raise awareness through my writing and when I interact with people who are receptive to such topics.
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