On the occasion of our Independence Day, 14th August, I am resharing this post from last year.
Today is our country’s Independence Day. I am lucky to be born in a free country. Before independence, Pakistan and India were one country, ruled by the British. We were considered second class citizens in our own country and were denied many privileges of free people.
The date, 14th August 1947 was written in blood of people of both countries. There was a lot of needless bloodshed and for many years people could not forget the agony of those days.
The cost of independence was high but now we can live as free people. Freedom is something that is valued above almost everything in life.
I would like to share a few photos of how we celebrate our Independence Day
Mich, of Michnavs wrote this very moving post on Friday. Please do check it out!
Her theme was that people who endure heartbreak, violence and tragedies sometimes keep silent; because it is more heroic to do so. And we, the bystander can very easily say that they should share, talk about it or do something about the situation but it’s not always the best optionorit can be more damaging for all concerned.
Consider a domestic abused mom who has to jeopardize the welfare of herself and her children if she speaks up or takes action against her spouse. There is always too much riding on this decision to report the abusive husband and if she doesn’t or cannot do this, we should also stand by her and give her the support she needs till she finally can have the courage to speak. Our society condemns these women because they don’t leave their homes immediately.
Our role as caring and supportive people should always be to understand the mental anguish and trauma of people/women facing abusive or other tragic situations and to be there for them in whatever decisions they take. We have to understand that a person in the circumstances can and does know better what they should do than a bystander.
August 8, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about “the one who left the dress.” A 1940s-era dress still hangs in an abandoned house. Who left it and why? You can take any perspective and write in any genre. It can be a ghost story. Or not. Go where the prompt leads!
My mom passed away 55 years ago, when I was barely 6. When I was 15, my grandmother showed me a box of her clothes that she had preserved with care for me. It was such a unexplainable feeling to touch the clothes she had worn when she was alive, because I hardly remembered her.
I altered most of them to my size as I was quite good at stitching by that age. And wore them with pride. It didn’t matter to me that the fabrics were outdated, just that they once belonged to my mom whom I loved.
This month, share one or more places in which you put your faith. Also, if you do not believe in the concept of faith, share your view as well.
There is only one place where I put my faith; My inner spirit, my soul
Faith is a feeling, an emotional state, which has no physical basis. It grows in the soul and it’s branches anchor the spirit to the greater universe by each passing incident that strengthens it. Sometimes we let our faith flounder in the sea of forgetfulness and it weakens to a degree that it is almost lost. It is that tree that needs to be nourished daily with the juice of our belief.
There is a difference between faith and belief. Belief is a state of being convinced of something and faith is the outcome of this belief finding roots and growing into a strong tree.
I found my belief at a comparatively young age. It came when I was tested and the sorrow led me to turn to the only source of comfort I knew, my faith in God. I grew to realize that all the joy and sorrow of this life come from one source only; The love of God.
God, Almighty loves us and tests us to make us turn towards the right path. The path of goodness and kindness. No life lived, has been lived without sorrow of one kind or the other and this is because each trial strengthens us and makes us realize how much we need to be grateful for all that we have.
The fortunate people, who have the insight to look beyond the apparent see the reason for these trials and tribulations and find their faith.
If you had a day to spend with an icon of your past what would that be?
July 11, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story inspired by the idea, “for a day.” You can hyphenate never-ending or write an example of a story that never ends. What is endless and why? Go where the prompt leads!
I have regrets about the past, who doesn’t?
But I’ve come to terms with them because that’s the pragmatic, sensible thing to do. I don’t wish to go back and re-do or undo anything that happened for I know everything happened for a reason.
Would I like to spend some time with my mom who passed away before I even got to know her or form memories of her? Or have another day with my loving father? Yes, I would like to, but I know it will make things even more difficult.
On 5th July 1985, I got married. Today it’s been 37 years and I am very blessed to be married to such a gem of a person.
A few days back I was having a comments conversation with a fellow blogger about an ideal relationship/ marriage. We both agreed that ideal has a different definition for everyone.
Perhaps it matches what we expect. Some people look for romance in a relationship while others want security. Some feel the need to be put first while others are happy with a friendly relationship.
As I have mentioned before that mine was an arranged marriage and I had only met my husband once before we got married. I’d say it was a sheer draw of luck or a great blessing from the Almighty that we were married to each other as we complement each other’s personalities.
With my recent surgery, I’ve been given more cause to be grateful for my husband as he has looked after me so well post-surgery. I wake him up in the middle of the night when I am in pain or need something. He is never grumpy or annoyed at having his beauty rest spoiled.
So do I have an ideal marriage?
Yes, I can say that I have. He is loving, kind, generous and caring. In return I too show him same level of love and care.
And I am much better both pain wise and in my ability to hop and jump and go from my bed to the toilet and back. That’s the extent of my mobility.
Yesterday coming home from the hospital took a lot of toll and I was quite tired. The pain on first 2 nights was quite a lot and kept me awake and those around me but this morning, I am feeling much better and the pain has reduced in its intensity too.
I am really grateful for all the prayers and lovely, kind wishes from my blogging family.