The oldest knitted artifacts are socks from Egypt, dating from the 11th century CE.
A Knitting Shepherd ! see how he is perched,involved concentrating on his weaving task’ what mystery surrounds the high seat,
Another night another time,as time keeps silently motionlessly moving,passing, turning running, never stopping nor will ever stop…this is the mysterious truth of time, we keep watching the numbers and needles on the face of the clock,but we never notice the darkness disappear to let in the light, nor the shadows as they lengthen…we admire and stand in awe of the sunset but we never feel the sinking or vanishing of the golden shining ball, where does it go ? perhaps we know that it will come again…so from the needles on the clock my eyes fall back on the needles in my hands…
I have to complete my knitting projects …I must …its winter again…has it taken me so much time? what have I been doing? I wonder …knitting comes out of knitting’… nothing comes out of no knitting..it stays there…any work untouched will not finish …neglected? well not exactly…just a bit due to Summer and then the Fasts …and now some other duties and now the love of writing…would you be able to gather so many words..thoughts …stitches socks ..er…sentences…and now back into the 1950s I go..remembering Mother her sister and sisters-in-law all would be knitting…by hand, no machines no sir…yes I remember the magazine ‘Woman & Home’ this had beautiful knitting patterns… for me and my elder sister, till we did not start knitting from this magazine, it was Nora and Tilly the wonder paper cut out dolls in the center page…for days the paper dresses would occupy our time after school work…how happy those dolls made us..I do not remember any knitted garments..just skirts blouses jackets socks hats etc..perhaps scarves…my history of knitting began at home with family…yarn or wool or ‘oon’ in our native language would be foreign…Beehive wool’ three ply 4 ply I still hear mother’s voice …the magazine was in English..so proud of my mother and aunties ..they could read knitting instructions…and create such amazing cardigans and pullovers….little by little the love of knitting designs color creation warmth and love was being un felt instilled, like the passing time.
The oldest REAL knitting (formed on two sticks by pulling loops through loops) we’ve got is ‘Coptic socks’ from Egypt, dating to around the year 1000 CE. There are quite a few fragments, all of them done in shades of white and indigo, in stockinette. Many of them have Khufic (a decorative Arabic script) blessings knit into them, or symbols to ward off evil, or both. All look really cool. And may I point out for the fiber-snobs among us, that all of the really ancient knitted fragments we’ve got are knit out of cotton. Yes indeedy, cotton. Wool wasn’t used for knitting until way later.
Life of a Coptic Sock
Hawara, the place where the sock was found, is a good example of Egypt as a Greek occupied land under Roman rule – mixture of Greeks, Romans and Egyptians.
No one knows how old knitting really is, though it is generally thought to be older than crochet and younger than weaving.
Many ancient textile fragments thought to be knitting have turned out to be nålebinding (Danish for literally “binding with a needle), an ancient form of needlecraft that is sometimes referred to as “single-needle knitting.”
The history of knitting is not well known because fabrics used for knitting are made of wool, silk, and other fibers that decay rapidly. Additionally, knitting needles are hard to distinguish beyond a doubt from hair picks, skewers, spindles, or the other many uses of a sharpened stick.
Historians posit that knitting is a relatively recent invention because there are no ancient legends of knitting like there are legends of spinning and weaving, such as Arachne, Ixazaluoh, Nephthys, and Amaterasu. There are no ancient gods or goddesses who knit.
The earliest known types of knitting by nomadic people in the desert places of North Africa actually used circular or narrow, oblong wooden frames. The knitting action was similar to “bobbin work.” Historians are unsure when the frames were dispensed with and knitting began to be directly on hooked knitting needles.
One of the earliest known examples of knitting (formed on two sticks by pulling loops through loops) were a pair of cotton socks found in Egypt from the first millennium A.D. Many of them have knit into them khufic (a decorative Arabic script) blessings, symbols to ward off evil, or both.
And now the strange fact or is it ? Men-Only Knitting Fact
Men ruled knitting guilds for centuries. Knitting was initially a male-only occupation. In fact, when the very first knitting union was established in Paris in 1527, no women were allowed… uh…believable ?
1527 Paris here we take a brief break….more soon…meanwhile I will think about woolly socks …I Never had a pair…I mean woolly ones….
Majestic dust, unfenced miracle
wonderous joyous plentiful
created for love of mankind All
a Great Blessing after The Fall
a home, an inn to stay the night
a place to work and pray in peace
to do All Good, Follow the Right
pray stay and spread The Light
No Emperors Kings or Queens Royal,
No Leaders Servers soldiers loyal
nor the saintly honest nor simple folks
remain on thrones, wearing robes and cloaks…
abide only in brave deeds and words
leave behind castles kingdoms and swords
Today peace prevails but for the Independent Spirit
The Love of Homeland Pure
Gift Blessing of Almighty Allah
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY
Long Live Pakistan Zinda o Paindabaad
“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
― Virginia Woolf
‘are you preparing a grammar lesson? sounds like one…’up down,…out….’
well, these words do refer to positions and are known as prepositions of place but in our country English is a foreign language though many use it..er..in all its forms..even slang…it is also called ESL….
yes, English as a second language…I will add my definition…ahem..English is a locked language..ha ha..see!
why locked and how locked? now languages are important means of conveying..er..thoughts and needs and wants…er..and so much more…..
‘well locked it is,like Alice…she was locked in Wonderland…and so are we locked in Language in our land…English is ‘angrezi’ gullabi’ some call it pink…Queen’s English …BBC English…Court English..American English and now Singapore English…and so on..it is all getting so entangled…so this makes my land ..a ‘wonderland’ doesn’t it?
I can even identify Tweedledum and Tweedledee in my country….so that makes it even more adventurous…wow…super..thinking…ideas..hey I hope the cat is looking….
and so we are not so landlocked by land as much as by language…
‘this is indeed interesting…and then you must have a Queen too..?
well yes,sort of..a royal family we do have…I think in a free country we all are royal..as we are free..freedom is itself royalty, I believe…
no pack er..deck of cards for fighting…defending …protecting….’
well every one needs protection from evil of numerous kinds..evil is true and present everywhere….specially in sweet attractive pleasure giving things….so we have our cards..er..I mean guards….
and so you still say you are locked….
Freedom gained but enchained by language….and now we look for keys…keys to the door of freedom..the search is on….and so we are planting more trees to make a jungle, and then in that jungle we shall seek among the trees, the lost box of keys…in shady trees we might find peace,we will find peace, we will find fruit,we will find water..
yes we need to counter the DRINK ME’?
Drink…yes, Ah..but that you have found…whats that you say…ZAALIMA………pilaa de…..
hey see I told you we are locked……..
the Key the Key..the DRINK the DRINK..is to blame…….’
A quarter of the year past,Good things have come.Joy fun happiness.Yet the heart seems heavy, the spirit needs the eyes outflow, appetite stays away…..
I believe we have become poor. Poor not in resources on land but poor in the inner recesses of our weakening hearts. Love sympathy kindness honesty generosity empathy has not been seen or felt for quite a while…prices, prices,prices on the rise…I wonder how hundreds make their meals ..er..healthy meals and what they may drink..I mean water..clean water…but first …clean…how to be clean stay clean..keep clean….Oh Dear…humans can be so poor…so helpless…helpless….help…its dark outside..waiting for the new moon…two months and then Ramazan…fasts begin…if only things would be affordable..
Aha’ affordable? everything can be affordable ..’ do not be so depressed…here I am again..sent…to guide you..see there is one who knows who cares who gives and who is the Greatest Master….
Salaam salaam salaam….so grateful, yes I have not been grateful regularly as regular as I have been blessed…yes this is the reason…alas we forget we miss we ignore…..
tell me what disturbs ?
‘why is there… delay? why speak so loud…to make someone hear…does justice and fair play ‘ need a shout’ ?
easy questions need no efforts,no research no preparation no analysis…
what type of answer is this,if I may ask again…please,please there is so much confusion doubt mistrust…and..exhaustion has almost taken over …..gathering energy from all corners…but
well, it is an inside story, an inside act, an inside demolition plan, see? when rules are unknown,untold,unwritten..there are bound to be violations…but rules were given long long ago…everything written bound recorded saved confirmed…..
we were never aware..but why were we not ? that is my question….time wasted..life wasted..purpose lost….
no no you still have time…one small act one good deed one small kindness can make majestic miracles happen….
how can good deeds be done when there is confinement..when one is under outside control,when there is no support…encouragement, inspiration…motivation….
there are opportunities if one has the intentions,the Master shows The Way
can you please request…please make the shopkeepers keep prices low and affordable this year?
The Master has already heard the request…He waits for His people to ask..so keep asking and more so …keep thanking….and Oh Oh…it will be dark…dark…
dark? or Light of dawn?
no no, the worldly light will stop shining,and I must hurry to finish my work…cheer up now for there is hope and it will descend,think kindness..kindly and be kind…..
will the prices come down? petrol has gone up by…er…..two…no, one rupee….not that there is need to travel but still one needs some wheel support at some time in life…tell me more,please…
Nothing but silence…peaceful…nothing stirs…then far away a cock crows…once…then again and again…till darkness fades away to welcome the emerging golden effulgence…..
till next ………………………………………………………………….
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Tweet from Canada ~ Vanishing Style of British Houses ~ Hot Freshness ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 2015
‘Those were the days, my friend..I thought they’d never end….’they’d they’d…they would…they..Oh never mind, English, English …Good English…wrong English , no ‘incorrect….’finish finish…the most funning thing…the most funny…funny…funny…its not funny…its money money money….deliberately deliberate…’deliberate is when something is delivered by TCS’…Oh come on…I think it is like this…’TCS the pack by Leopard’…Uh Uh ….what am I thinking? So much keeps happening…it will happen…changes will occur , surprises will surprise, and miracles will manifest…
Oh, these are the days, my friend, so quickly do they end and the MIRACLE…the tweet from Canada is still fresh, the photograph from college days…a miracle…kept thinking..in fact for quite some time stopped ‘thinking’ and could only manage to say,’ohhhh hai Allah ji, ye kiya, hai ..kahan se ..kitni yadein jaag utheen’….and the mind heart and soul went flying back more than forty years..Twitter brought us together again …we were neighbours in Rawalpindi Cantt..our Fathers serving in the Army,lived in identical British style large houses,with separate kitchens,large open lawns ,lots of trees,and imagine a driveway with two gates…played ate told stories shared books and much much more…sat on the low wall and talked for hours…I wonder what we talked about..
‘I will tell you for I know…you talked about fairies, food sweets toffees ice cream and movies…and ..songs…sang a bit too…
‘Oh you dear guardian, you know all, you are supposed to know…I should have known..but how could I have known..so how is it..over there? Oh I may not ask…am I doing good?
Hmmn a little, work hard, finish the Holy Book and act accordingly…lessen the time for ….
Oh it must be Scrabble..I have friends waiting for their turn trying to win..once they win they are happy’Everyone wants to win but no one wants to make that effort’ why is it..a certain lethargy seeping in and increasing day by day..?
No No just keep your heart clean,fill it with remembrance of the Great Master and all will be well.
Yes He is the All Powerful…and in this world some people say ‘They are’ and ‘They are the owners, the commanders, the rulers, the the……
well, let them, they will answer that themselves when the time comes…
Time Time yes Time changes and when I found my dear neighbour..in fact she found me…I thought of the great ‘change’ in the houses we lived…we had spacious areas to play ,run about hide and seek,jump and roll,swing and chase…it was such fun..but…the lawns have been shortened to give way for the road…there are more cars now…I loved the British style of construction..I still do..one thing I appreciate..the engineering expertise..and the language
that makes two…
well,yes…the kitchen was separate..a joy to walk up to and peep in..smell the cooking aroma,glimpse the wood burning and hear the crackling sound…once I saw the ‘roti’ swell up like a ball on the coal..hmmn yummy…now no wood sometimes no gas, so no home roti at all…it is ‘tandoori’ ..but its good and’well..someone else makes it…
ha that’s it..again someone else doing the job….
‘then the long open verandahs..purposeful…sun room space…playing area during rainy season…story telling session sittings, and turning the handle of the wooden ice cream bucket..the best exciting activity… the bucket was exactly like this one..we took turns..to turn the handle..mother would keep adding ice pieces and pour pinches of salt on them…I have never tasted such delicious ice cream…again…None like Mother’s Special Flavour Vanilla with fresh mangoes….Ah…those were the real days…..Now,milk? mixture of chemicals…wither fresh ice cream…
Dear you are responsible to get fresh stay fresh and pure in heart and soul body and mind and the rest will follow..fresh fruit fresh milk fresh vegetables fresh meat..everything clean and fresh…
Oh wishful thinking why have we lost all that’…
‘The desire’it is the foolish desire…to have more and more..they don’t know that ‘less is more’ the more you give the more you will have…
I think it is the heat…June is hot but ”someone said’ hell is hotter, so be grateful…
what a dialogue of ‘gratefulness’ every time it keeps coming back to…..my friend ‘came back’ I am so awed’ don’t know what to think…remembering so much..and wondering about The Master’s purpose …Ah I know now..Oh how true..we will return…we will return….I had given up but ‘she came’ with all the good thoughts wishes memories and above all what she related about my parents…she proved an angel here….I share the lines…
”Assalam Aliykum Anju
Today is mother’s day here in north America and I want to take advantage of this day to pay my respect to the memory of your beautiful mother.
My sister Kishwer Baji once said that your mother was like a ‘’kashmir Ki kali’ (Rosebud of Kashmir). At the time I was too young to understand but now I realize that baji was right. She was the most beautiful lady and when I read your articles about her suffering and pain, and her endurance and courage in facing the test of Faith by Allah I can visualize a high place for her in Heaven along with her two sons gone before her to make a welcoming team for their mother.”
here I wish to remain with the comforting thoughts heavenly sent…a gift from My Master Thank you…and now to pray..as prayer is better than sleep…prayer is better than sleep
Cruelty ..cruel..cruel is the …I wonder why T S Eliot the famous symbolic religious poet felt and wrote that April the beautiful month of change creativity and colorful blossoms was cruel? ‘yes,snow surprised us and so did hail and so did rain and so did the volcanic eruptions and so did the Mt Everest avalanches and the devastating Earthquake…May Allah have mercy…Forgive us O Merciful Gracious One…This April poetry has kept me company…no cruelty anywhere but creativity and surprises…
‘Indeed hello there Great Poet,share the surprise first though my heart is light as well as heavy,I do have a heart you know that but with balanced feelings er…perceptions er…observations..O well you know how it is..
‘well other than the day becoming dark as night,hail striking like a rain of bullets.though these bullets are not so frightening,poetry writing and sharing I received a touching email, a miracle,all the way from Canada…
hmmn who could it be…from Canada another of the hundreds of fans..eh..?
No no not then but now… a childhood neighbour friend who traced me through one of my poems which she came across while surfing the web,isn’t this amazing? and she sent me the most wonderful gift I have ever received…a photograph of our student days …
I will call it ‘The Wonder of Poetry’
amazing indeed’and how many years ago is this..now don’t worry about revealing your age…
no not this time..we have met on line’er..after 42 years…42…and according to my dearest friend ‘it seems like just a few days ago’ we played for long hours,sat on the small low wall sharing our world of dreams and dolls,played hide n seek among strong trees that grew in our home compounds, our game was ‘lakkar choo’ touch the tree’then run run run..catch me if you can..it was fun…’hopscotch was another favourite and ‘how can I forget 7 Tiles’ Ah..sweet times sweet memories,peaceful times…wither peace today…
peace is to be created…peace will never come by itself, it can begin by a peace pipe but then again it is a remote tradition now…even I don’t come across it now with all my flying around..
Peace talks fail so often then wars begin then again peace is pulled apart ….
the weather…the weather..it is so dark and cold…I did not see any lights tonight…can you throw some light on this?
well. we used to have oil lamps and mystifying lanterns,they gave us light till late..now with all the ‘e’ things there is severe shortage and darkness prevails….there is evil and black magic…
magic and black..?
yes the forbidden one…’someone said..someone who knows more..’half the world is busy in casting evil spells and the other half is busy breaking them’ what is the world upto trying to achieve..? I I…There goes a flash in the distance I think the thunder is stirring…I am still under the effects of the sudden hail storm that surprised us this morning..the green became as white as snow….
well, I am not surprised at the black for I know the evil and the evil one and I believe you know what to read for protection
well, I am trying to be as regular as possible…after my friends email I was so touched I cried for a while… April stands out as unforgettable for me..poetry’ you made my day…weather is no more a mystery..it is Nature trying to tell us something..remember The Flood?
It will come again..war will be fought..peace will prevail..and now the flashes are getting stronger..and I have to fly..so keep up your creative writing you might be in for another award this year…away…now may peace be with you and your friend
..award..this year?….well….wait and see….why not..surprises are coming…..but with….with peace they should…..I must not delay my reply…..
this word floats all over slips deep into the heart’s recesses lingers in the soul and spirit, tingles the brains storage with painfully loving images laughter parental warmth kids and grand kids love and yet the grief of ‘momentary ….transient loss’…yes it is transient because…it is a matter of time…all the world is a stage and…Oh Shakespeare, did you ever think of a remedy for ….’fl ..flu…aahchooo…Oh …this is the third tissue paper roll ….and the welkins are pouring..pouring….we seem to have more than usual rain here….
‘rain water is pure and it washes the impurities in the air, only the dust particles and similar ones not the social impurities…if only….well so goes my wishful thinking…and March comes as a harbinger of Spring…a new life…but wait..it takes away too…The Ides of March…Caesar more famous and so many personalities completed their stay in this temporal world…personal stories the world over…
This month honors so many Mothers, Mother’s Day but I thought it was Women’s Day..well, women or Mothers…both need to be respected and honored…I got these drawings all the way from UAE ..my daughter sent them through What’s app…then there is Messenger Skype…Viber…Ah the easy and quick means of communication…what wonders of technology…but I still miss the Postman and his bicycle and the bell and the khaki uniform and the bag….well, times have changed…I wonder if the Red Letter boxes have been removed…I will keep a lookout…next time I am on the road…it is so jam packed….
..my grandson made this beautiful card and wrote the lovely rhyming poem, Love you so much dear respect love and serve your Mom…she loves and cares for you..keep your little brother in love and care too’ ..My grandson is ten….he has not seen a real postman..but he must be knowing the TCS guy….the courier serviceman…someone said…’TCS the letter’..oh dear …
at this stage he knows that rhyming words make a real poem…I am happy he is learning well how to write and that too..poetry’ wow..he must write and he will God willing…poetry is rare….but no…I should say ‘Mushairas’ or Poetry Reading sessions..in our country…I strongly believe that ‘more poetry…less of militancy…or terrorism’ people have I guess forgotten the ‘truth’Pen is mightier that the sword’..but swords too have gone now…more deadly weapons…Oh Allah ji…what has man become…and why? where is his peaceful nature?
In the mountains? I wonder if in this rain…there is any chance…Oh the lightning flashed…so many days and nights now…but I heard a tap …when ever I wait…my friend comes for sure…the cold and rain continues…
well, indeed I visit those who wait for me as my Lord and Master always responds to those who pray and ask him for everything and with belief..so here I am..bit wet in the wings but I am used to this…so how have you been?
well, so good you came…the nights are getting shorter with each passing twenty four…and life in the mountains has been really good Alhamdolilah…we are trying to be grateful as much as we should be… but the flu got us all….and I was thinking of asking Shakespeare…
well, the Elizabethan Age had its own diseases and remedies…and hey whats this?
yes protection is must as ‘prevention is better than cure’…so one should take care’…I saw rain water puddles, all the way the small path way between the houses looked like a small river…but on a closer look I realised it was a road as it had houses and shops on both sides and in some places cars were parked too…though I had no difficulty but people living there must be in slush during this time…
yes, in a nearby school I asked a question..’One thing that you would change in your area if you got the chance’ and the spontaneous answer was ‘roads’
so then the government is right in planning and building roads…but …perhaps not in this manner…the people are in so much trouble and distress….they should be in peace and comfort…well, how is the mountainside living feeling…
well, cool…and cold but very comfortable and expenses are less….
that is a blessing..
Indeed it is and Allah is most gracious most merciful…I always loved the mountains and the trip to the Northern Areas with father are unforgettable..the mountains of Gilgit Hunza Nagar and Chitral..amazing rugged majestic and stunning…the ‘pegs of the Earth’ the supporters of nature…the holders of treasures, the safe havens of Guides and Shepherds and the home of writers….
Oh the writer and may I ask what is new in poetry?
well, a couple of awards a poem for women and ..’man’
and what about me..write on me…
you are the inspiration the great muse the ‘everything a writer needs’…I feel at a loss for words…I need some special ones….I will find a place on a rock sit on it look at the stars in the evening turning into night..and on the sky I will see the words I believe will the honor for you…and I will keep looking waiting and forming the lines and perhaps create wings….and preserve the memories…and then…
extra ordinary..a novel..a memoir of the future..wonderfully sweet…I sense the early morning breaking waves so till next time….away..I go..be happy …keep writing…keep the pen flowing…..