Daily Prompts- The philanthropist

“Could you please drop this quixotic attitude towards life”

Many told him that the way to successful life lay in excelling

Earning trophies in sports or studies because no one cared

If you are a caring person willing to go there extra mile to help someone

But his antipathy towards all worldly goals was clear

In a not so subtle way, he rejected all the advice, new and old

Unperturbed by the criticism he went on his merry way

Helping scores of fellow humans in his journey in life

When he departed this world, thousands mourned his passing

Many many more than a wealthy or successful man would ever have had

( I wrote this poem with one particular person in mind, Edhi, the creator of Edhi foundation. He was from very humble origin and established a network of country-wide orphanages and homes solely by donations from ordinary people)

In response to the following prompts;




Boyfriend, New, Subtle





Word of the day challenge;




Something for Sunday- Ah! to be home again

I am trying to write something special for the Sunday morning post. Nothing in response to prompts or questions. Something just from the mind of Sadje!

Today it’s about coming back home permanently after 5 years. No traveling back and forth to the US every few months. I admit I liked traveling halfway across the world and living in Seattle with my daughter and grandson but it was a long journey, taking almost 24 hours to get there. I did get used to it and then the experience of living in Washington state!

From what I’ve heard about some of the places in America, living in Seattle was a far easier experience. The people are very open and accepting. There is already a wide mix of nationalities living there so racial discrimination is not that apparent here.

Mostly my experience was a pleasant one. There were exceptions and I’ll talk about them some other time, but I loved being there and had a great time exploring Washington state and some other cities in the USA.

As I have been home for almost two months now, it feels like I never left. The integration of coming back is seamless. The reason being that I visited every year for a few months. I got used to the heat and humidity again. Met my close friends and family again and am enjoying the freedom from housework that is a part of our lives in Pakistan. Help is easy to find and affordable. The people who work for us need those jobs and are happy working.

The downside of this lifestyle is that one can ask them to cook you anything anytime (within reasonable times, of course) that I have put on some weight. I plan to go back to controlled eating from tomorrow and today will be the last day of binging.

I will keep you updated with my progress and I hope to find my losing streak again.



Books and Bookshelves

Rory asks;

How large is your shelved book collection?

One of my bookshelf with “few” of my books! I think I have about 200 – 300 works of fiction and then there are other books that are about law, religion and other technical subjects. Around another 100 more.

Do you actually have a shelved collection of hard copy books or a digital collection only or both?

Yes, we have both. In my family, we are avid readers. And book collectors. It is hard to give away books you love. So we have stuck to our best loved books and even added to them through the years.

I have lots of books on my kindle too. It is very convenient to carry books on kindle if you travel a lot. And you can read anytime and anywhere. No need for a light at night because it lights up by itself.

Are you willing to show an image of your collection in the shelves?

See above!

This is one of the bookshelf I own. There are a few others too. Now that my daughter and grandson have moved back, I am mentally adding their books to the total number of books we have at home.



Sharing responses to this week’s challenge, WDYS # 48 from; Jude, Jenanita, Tanya, Dakshali and Jules

Ever wonder how lonely your conscience is, In a mind swirling with temptation? What do you see #48 Even in my mind Secrets roam clandestine streets …



#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry


What do you see # 48 – 21 September’20 — Keep it alive




Digesting the Situation

Daily Prompts- Storm

The storm broke at dawn

And the rain was consistent

Dense clouds brought darkness

There were puddles of water everywhere

Nature wasn’t frugal with dispensing moisture

It dripped everywhere making people hurry

I watch them moving with speed

No one wanted to be exposed to the rain

People had no time to enjoy this bounty from the heavens

To taste these refined and purified tears of the clouds

In response to the following prompts;




Rain, Drip, Puddle





Word of the day challenge;




The Friday Four # 2

Rory asks for Friday Fun


**What is more important to you – to be ‘Liked’ or to be Respected?’

I think I’d rather be liked than respected. And anyway in my mind these two are linked together. You cannot dislike a person you respect and you usually respect a person you like. Or do we?

** What do you believe to be the difference between admiration and respect or do you find them to be the same?

Admiration is quite different from respect. We can admire different qualities in different people but we may not respect them as the people they are as a whole. We can admire a sharp mind, a witty tongue, or a wicked sense of humor but we may not respect those people as a package deal.

** Likability and friendship are two different things. Being likable to many is great, but being a great friend to a few (or one) is rare – what do you think to that statement – true or false, agree or disagree?

I think it’s true. Trying to be likable is futile anyway. Be a good and sincere friend to a few! Besides, I think trying to be likable is a juvenile ambition and one should outgrow it as we mature.

How uniquely YOU are you in a world filled with variations of you anyway – what seperates YOU from the rest of the world and makes you Youniquely You??

We all are alike in many aspects and unique in a few. There are no two people who are exactly the same in the world. Even identical twin aren’t the same, personality wise. So even if my kids have inherited some of my personality features, they all are unique and different as I am.

What makes me unique is all the quirks and twists that I have either developed in the last 58 years or was born with. My way of talking, thinking and behaving is what makes me unique. And of course it includes how I write my blog!!!!




50 Words Thursday # 90

Deb Whitman is the host of 50 Words Thursday this week

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.

I’m looking forward to what these prompts inspire, so here’s the picture:


And the words:

“You worry me, Catherine. You seem to think you’re quite invincible.” ― Lorraine Heath, In Bed with The Devil


She was determined to do it. He was apprehensive about this whole thing. He knew that it was her job but he loved her and worried about her.

You worry me, Catherine. You seem to think you’re quite invincible but you are as vulnerable as anyone else. If you catch this disease you’re likely to die of it, you know that very well”

“I know Mark but someone has to do it. I volunteered to go to this colony to study Covid-19 because they have shown remarkable resistance to this disease and we want to find out the cause of it. Maybe the answer lies there, in how to prevent and cure millions people sick with this disease”

Mark stood there as she left for her mission. He has mixed feelings in his heart, dread for her safety and hope for a miraculous cure for Covid-19.

He hoped!

150 Words




Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday- 27 September’20

Linda is the host of Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “container.” Use the word “container” any way you’d like. Or think about a container of some kind and write about it. Enjoy!


What is my mind if not a container?

It saves all my memories and experiences in it

All that I have ever thought and imagined lives in my mind

My pain and sorrow, my joy and happiness, all contained

My tears and my laughter, my worries and my relief

It stores the beautiful and the ugly, faithfully so that I can

Recall and relive my prized moments and my agonies all over again

I try to keep this container locked against any leakage

I want to retain my good and not so good memories

And not lose them to old age, disease, and neglect