Return of the Mysterious Dialogue ~ Similar Nights Similar Days ~ Ah! The New Year ‘2018…

IMG_20180104_132425_523 As December 31st moves ahead as usual,day passes,evening draws near, only a little early,shadows grow into chilly darkness,huddled figures wrapped in blankets,large sized shawls slightly bent drag their feet towards homes towns and villages.The luckier ones catch the buses and mini buses…what is new about the new year I wonder as I close the window and draw the curtains…I also wonder how cold it is up there high in the sky,for my  unseen visitor? for the visit is now quite overdue…hmm well, the days are similar to last year’s and the nights too sound the same..dogs bark occasionally

Nothing changes My Master always keeps options open for He loves variety,variations and amalgamation leading to numerous color mixes and designs..shapes and sizes are countless like the clouds as they float they form amazing patterns…taking pictures eh? you will tire yourself and the patterns will never end…this is the supreme creativity of the Almighty…this image is must say ‘Subhaan Allah ‘ May Allah Be Praised…


a matter of time and energy and ‘thinking’….
“Salam, I was hoping you would come, I wanted to increase my knowledge, I feel I am still so ignorant…
‘did someone write ‘ignorance is bliss” but not all the time and ‘a little knowledge is a dangerous thing’ too, so one must keep learning.Every year during these days people start wishing farewell, goodbye….so long but you are right, the days and nights are the same…the movement goes on ..humans have made the count and they call it first and last,indeed the first is the birthday and the last is the last breath….

‘does the year die ?

No it only completes a circle’
Oh how true
well,anything new?

same wars poverty,lawlessness rape killing innocent suffering, I am depressed,what must I do to improve …

start with your own self and home and family, check yourself and read …read The Book of Guidance and follow and apply

If only we would see the beauty of nature ,the peace in clouds and the blue sky,the birds flying and hear their thankful twitter..ah twitter is the internet twitter….following is the ‘friends following..

try to spread the beauty you see around in your writing,help others to write too,show them the way to peace and contentment and good deeds…

yes I want to make this place a better world…O’ people wake up …listen to the new day…everyday is a new day …the rain and snow will come,it will be cold then warm again but life’s days will not…

The other world is even more beautiful..brighter than he stars and glorious than the sunshine here…

but only people who have been good ….ah goodness where art thou…oh heart clean thyself….the New Year is ten days old…

………………………………………………………do good do good be good be………………………..






2018 ~ The Miracle of Nature in November…the year…?


IMG_20180104_132514_401It seems like it was just yesterday we shouted Happy Millennium 2000 and already so much was  reported as 2012  the year for , not really sure,  The End of the World’ so how do we feel about it?

Only the Master knows

It is 2018-what happened to  and in 2017. A lot of knitting falling short oops, wrong measure’ how come I  miscalculated…by city by weather and by size…I wonder…this very corner of the wall has a cage behind the bars visible in the image.Behind the barred gate a ferocious dog has his home.The owners live nearby. Whenever the dog senses something strange and dangerous or unknown he howls and barks his heart out, till he is sure that the danger is past. Few days ago sounds of a puppy could be heard.At night the puppy would whine and cry…as if in pain…the owners were probably unaware of what happened during the night, but it was quite disturbing.On reporting it was revealed that the puppy had been separated from its mother…and so the problem was resolved.

Waiting for the green signal to travel for a morning the crows on the nearby trees began crowing,cawing continuously as if trying to say ‘ prepare someone is coming’ this continued for three days…on the third day late evening the dog behind the barred gate began barking and the puppy started ‘yapping ….they barked loudly towards our backyard..’get up getup..go, go, go….’ Oh Dear the time is near …animals know more than humans in a different way..Nature speaks if only we pay attention we can hear..and understand and heed the warnings…the puppy slipped through the other side of the gate and entered our premises ,racing up to our main door…by this time I had checked the flight timings and booked the seat as directed…all set the puppy kept barking just outside the door..The owners were called for help…and so ..Oh Allahji….could it be that these pets knew what was happening in our world at that time? a miracle was taking place….

then Allah is MERCIFUL…all was well..

Another writing month November.This time the theme was Knitting’. Enjoyable informative and a lot about knitting which was highly surprising.

The Last Month is the time for Forgiveness Repentance and Salvation as there is Celebration just before the year finally says good bye. For me November was exciting  as I participated in the National Novel writing challenge. I realized the amount of effort it takes to achieve a target, a goal and the consistent strength of motivation for achieving a ‘dream’ .In the process of trying to write a novel I felt the need to revise my learning about the elements, characterization dialogue habits history and establishing  a link between reasons and  events.

One may be ignorant and remain so till the last breath,yet thinking that knowledge is within and no need outside,but the truth is just the opposite.  One needs to learn and increase knowledge throughout life.

LIFE  reveals miracles if one has strong true faith and belief..keep praying forgiving and asking for grateful for the countless blessings….

Gratitude is must


A Story A Day ~ 8~ It’s Your Road ~

Its your road, and yours alone. others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.


It was the same road  valley same way, same eagerness same love same drive,
not the same time nor the same day, no one in sight the sun steadily beamed its warmth, my feet tread heavily and I thought…



Roads are the same everywhere or are they? some roads remain empty and clear with an occasional tonga or vehicle plodding along, some are dusty, some are grand, some are called ‘all-weather road’ some ‘jeepable’ these days roads are used for ‘drag racing’ 

the kids in the photograph are trying to make marks while sitting on the side the gentleman has some fear of ‘pickpockets’ , kids seem quite at peace, that is  a good sign, and this is a road far away in the South of the beloved country ..where ever a road lies long or winds its way through fields towns or cities it has a story…this road has a story of a developing colony yet it is a place for ‘racers and bikers’ who gather every evening show their biking and riding skills, enjoy entertain and go home …in a country with a dearth of healthy entertainment playing grounds parks or racing tracks..a broad hard road is just the place to be…..

where there is a will there is a way..till the houses are constructed…..freedom is indeed a precious gift

2017 ~ The Mysterious Knitter Begins to Spin Yarns ~ Ah, Ancient Writing and Ancient Knitting…

                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,                       Shepherd_Sitting_Up

   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 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…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 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….

Rainbow Hiding in The Crying Clouds~Return of the Mysterious Dialogue 2017

IMG_20170310_162143_434‘awakened are we to the desires forbidden….asleep are we on the fires we should kindle’

Fires of a different kind rage,some deliberately set some by nature,but mostly by design,such are the times when hatred guile deception reigns,terror strikes without warning Death is all over, famished for spirits,it seems working hard as ordained…but stupor slumber drunkenness greed selfishness supreme, palling the senses, creating rotten states in once green and pure lands…Lethe is in high flood, reaching almost the danger level…more rains are predicted and may the Lord Master shower Mercy….mercy..mercy….He hears us…..there goes thunder…oh it is frighteningIMG_20170404_120112_792

Salam Salam I heard the cry for mercy’….why faith is weak tonight?…

Peace Peace to you too…faith faith…got to be strong…trying to be more..well, it is uncertainty,uncertainty  that prevails…but I have found a certain feeling a certain calmness…only when….

‘calmness is good’ it comes with obedience…obedience to all..first to the Master then….

‘my parents are no more…Ah I am a parent and a grand parent…myself..yet I keep seeking mine..and not finding them at times..I cry….

pray pray pray in prayer lies calmness and the comfort of the heart and soul’

yes,I saw the news of children dying in many…so young…….please say something….please do not be silent..

‘on this I cannot….only the Master knows….best….you know that….

‘yes but it is painful’what can I do, how can we make things better?

just do your duty and that is a lot..check the neighbors, seek needy people nearby if not far….give…give…

‘too much black….magic..magic..jealousy…and ..activity..strange and dangerous….’

it was years ago too when knowledge was revealed …but be not is the key the solution and you have the Book’ take guidance …respect the word of the Master…nothing can harm you if you are right truthful and honest….

I am trying..but why are the rulers …..

they have lost their way…and shall not find it ..if they do not forgive and return and above all repent..repentance…repentance…..

‘I feel the skies have messages..I run to see..and there are eyes in the clouds…looking down….where are the rainbows ?

Rainbows? wait for them..they are hidden for the time being..they are there in the clouds…this is a time of warning..when lightning flashes and thunder crashes..know that it is a warning..turn towards prayer…..

٧  فَإِذَا فَرَغْتَ فَٱنصَبْ 7  When your work is done, turn to devotion. The Soothing’  Verse No 7 and 8 ‘and to your Lord turn for everything….’

I do I try I am trying….I am waiting for the rainbow….’

thunder lightning and rain outside….’


Poor, Poor, Prices? Return of the Mysterious Dialogue…2017


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 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..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 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…

prices oh…

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 ………………………………………………………………….

A Story A Day ~ 6 ~ Beyond The ‘Samosa Treat’

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‘painful hunger pangs,spasms deep inside,helplessness abides’from a distance aromas sail closer,salty fried fresh food, benumbed the senses, faintness took over, moments later eyes saw a hand beckoning..’who? me? the young guard in uniform,sitting uncomfortably on the small stool, standing from time to time then bending over…the look vacant…searching the crowd in vain…

yes,you come here, a lady affirmed with a nod of her head,standing by the car she had noticed the guard…

‘here take this shopping bag, some samosas …’

no no madam,well, er…er…

come on take it,you need to eat and I need to give’…

without another word the guard accepted and returned to his post,soon I noticed that shielding himself partly by the verandah pillar, he ate the samosa in a handful..he had not eaten for hours…

‘he could not, he did not,he was not able to, he had nothing in his pocket…he only had a prayer in his heart, a silent prayer…’please send me something to eat just a samosa’

he knew the samosa shop was nearby…

and  Allah Almighty heard him..for He is the All hearing….a waiting husband bought four samosas..he ate one and kept the other three ..two for the wife and one for himself…’I will eat the other when I get home’

Oh samosas,wow so thoughtful of you I wanted to have one…Oh poor guard ,he seems so weak,why not get a couple for him too…I cant eat here in front of him’

‘and there, the wish was granted’ share what the Lord sends you …all are His gifts and blessings….

The samosas so shared …the aroma must have traveled high up in the skies, definitely some angels too enjoyed the ‘Samosa Treat’

Jazakallah  jazakallah’…someone said

She turned around..there was no one..the verandah in front was empty..there was no one on duty…