Spiritual Guidance

A Story A Day ~ 10 ~ Window of The Heart ~A Poem~

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Trapped Demons at sunset
elated at the ensuing darkness
in beguiling mood
jump whistle and dance
grin glance and prance;

impishly exhibiting their mission
To make people forget
prayers obligatory
the good mindset
to lie to cheat to kill
never to be peaceful
never to be still
always angry always ill
always to look at scrap
always to throw granite
No Faith Nor Love just spite

weakened with pride flawed inside
Life in neglect in every domain
Untrue montage, reflects the Hades
where such must remain;
But
Come Come!There is a way’
A window in the heart
A window in the soul
Open it! Open it Now!
Kill Kill, Kill
the anguine famine
Throw!Cover!
Throw back the tambourine’
Cover Up with Duvetyn’

Erase’ The Darkness, cross the reen
O’ Sacred Hippocrene!
amply bestow the strength unseen
constantly my Faith, illumine’
That I may, break the diabolic entrapment
And Let in, to keep’
The sweet fragrance forever
of simple trifoliate pinnate
Jasmine!

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A Story A Day ~ 8~ It’s Your Road ~

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

Rumi

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…

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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…

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                The oldest knitted artifacts are socks from Egypt, dating from the 11th century CE.
Wikipedia

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 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….

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

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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 Syria..so 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 afraid..faith 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….’

silence….

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

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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…

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…

~ Queen’s Statue…Knitting An Ancient Art , Yarn Bombing ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 17

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Rawalpindi-Memorabilia-Front-View-of-Queen-Victorias-Statue-on-a-Post-Card.-It-was-on-The-Mall-Road-Rawalpindi-Photos-Mementos-for-Pindi-LoversSee how grand on the pedestal high

                she stood,in stone..silent still no band

                Victorious Victorian,

                how long can one stand or rule the land?

                but She did, from far away

                In Freedom,her own,

                a Crown a Cape, a Gown 

In Gold yet cast down, as Ozymandias Pharoah  

                                                                              dethroned  from throne,all remain in the same stone….

Queen Victoria’s statue could be seen on a pedestal on the Main Mall Road of Rawalpindi Cantonment.I remember passing by it in our small olive green Fiat car to and from Saddar Bazaar…in the evening shadows I still have the stony figure’s shadow in remote recesses of childhood memory flashes…I did not know whose statue it was then…but someone important always could be seen like this, carved in stone, lifeless silent, cold and hard..frightening…it was just an object of sight seeing along with the grassy patches and flower beds on the roadsides…many years later..studying for my masters Degree in English I read about Queen Victoria..The Victorian Age, the authors and the poets and the grand relationship we had with the Majestic Queen…she was quite a personality….a great ruler…hmn..now gone…there are two artillery guns …where once she stood….years of rule…nights so cruel…freedom enchained…freedom gained..freedom still sought ..to regain…from another reign?….

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Another night another time …
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 it will not finish …neglected? well not exactly…just a bit due to Summer and then the Fasts …and now some other duties and now novel writing…would you be able to gather so many words..thoughts …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 sister till we did not start knitting it was Nora and Tilly, the wonder paper cut out dolls in the magazine….
Paper dolls …and we would be so happy playing with paper…

and see who is knitting here…cary_grant_learns_to_knit_i Cary Grant…from acting to knitting…from knitting to writing…from needles to pen and from pen to paper…er..these days..it is a screen….Cary Grant..on screen…oh well, knitting cannot come on screen can it..I mean on the 35mm…maybe I will make a real movie of Knitting…A Knitter’s Story….

‘Hi I am here and I hear paper, screen, film,  play tonite…hmmn great idea talking about paper…the one thing that is going out of use …it is becoming a ‘paper less society…but not yet…
Can we really do away with paper? No but my thoughts were on knitting dear…the skill is an ancient one and I was reading about the very first knitted garments were ‘socks’ and those too out of..cotton’ how difficult would it be to knit out of cotton? Wool came much later and how wonderful to see that there was Arabic script knitted into form…to ward of evil….
Not strange at all as..evil was quite spread out and mysterious …
This is what I found out…’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 indeed, cotton. Wool wasn’t used for knitting until way later.
How soon we fall into a knowledgeable conversation. I look forward to knowing so many new things I am not able to absorb fully, but you bring them out so smoothly that one does not feel any hinderance…I mean you make it so easy…how wonderful you must be in class…
‘Now there you start again…and many say that I talk too much…
‘Oh dear I hope you don’t get caught like the ‘parrot’ ha ha
Now not again…I do feel bad when I hear this…but it does not matter …for I know that whatever I say is the truth…and Allah has gifted me…it is His Blessing that I am a teacher and He wishes that I may speak the truth and ,er…well. loudly too…
‘Ok tell me about the knitting…
‘Oh I love to knit and I have written a couple of poems and a story about knitting..”
Oh I must hear this one…
‘Well, I was sitting one evening and trying to sort out the entangled left over wool …and I thought
‘This bag of wool must be sorted,either used or shall I give them away’ these thoughts troubled me every time I opened the cupboard and set eyes on the entangled various sized colorful clusters rolled up in different shapes
‘These are left overs’ this green reminds me of my friend the one I met in the examination hall. She was knitting and that attracted my attention ’Oh she loves knitting too’ the dark green is from the pullover I made for my son when he was six years old…and then came the grandchildren….so soon.. I realized how time passes…we knit and knit and one day children too are grownup…no more babies…then the babies too grow up why have I saved these colored balls for so many years? I kept thinking…and then my heart said,’ don’t you see? they teach you values’
values?
yes, the value of life…the colors the warmth, the love and the relationships
The memories of childhood are all woven into these fiber strands.
Each color has its own value like each child….and like these leftovers all preserved we have the good things the good memories the good deeds that will always bring color to the lives of the families.Each strand knitted into a garment brings joy love and tenderness.It strengthens the bonds of love and sharing and so much more…last of all there is the satisfaction of making something for a loved one, the joy of creativity and the blending of color and design…and so I love this basket…which tells me so many stories…and the blessings of the Lord …as I keep adding color to the basket.
Ah so wonderful…What joyful stories knitted into the basket…No wolf can take them away……………….
There was a boy in school, in class 7..he used to knit his own sweater..and that too of the school uniform..then all the girls would laugh…but now I realize he was doing good…and he must be quite warm too in that wool…
The first knitting project that we sisters started was also knitting our own school uniform sweater…it was fun..each one knitting one side and soon in a few days the sweater would be ready..the most difficult is the stitching part…but one learns
These days there are videos available and the internet has free tutorials and free patterns…
But no free wool….wool was the best Beehive I remember…the results would be like silk soft and smooth and the pattern! Just as the magazine said…and the tragedy now is that ‘Media is common but strange…half private half state controlled…it keeps showing till the rulers wish..then channels are blocked, sometimes for personal political reasons…and it is ..we can say…biased? Favorite…? Or sold …?
‘And the internet?
‘Well that too has its own priorities and causes and see youtube channel…is still blocked and I am one severely affected…
‘Hey how come..you are not a movie fan or have you become one…
‘No no actually I was learning…
Ah the perpetual student..what exactly was your subject and er…degree..you are a Master of Arts and ..a Master of History and a Master of Language and a….
Oh stop please…it is my hobby …I get excited at times and so enthusiastic I start off with a great ‘giant leap’ but I never land on the moon ‘….ha I guess the first stage is the best throttle affected after that…it burns out…
Ha I get it..its your knitting….
See there now…two jerseys half done..one leg warmer…one leg only….
The next ..next year…ha ha
No Imust finish before December 22…
Ha a Christmas present…who is it another Grandma I know…or the …er the writer…no I will not say…
Oh no its for anyone who is lucky …I mean the lucky one to be with me when I finish it…
‘Oh so I have a chance
‘Oh you need one? I will knit one specially for you ….I am a special knitter er..hand knitter…er..a family knitter…well youtube  has lovely stuff but its ‘blocked by the state’..the reason was genuine at first but the reason for not Unblocking is according to many people not fair or justified…it is an encroachment of human rights or civil rights …or just Not Right…
So they are not opening are they..well lets see can I bring you some videos?
No no please I believe soon they will have to when the Big Change takes place…it always happens that with the change at the top there are changes all around …and so I have great hopes Insha Allah, yes there was one other thing I was anxious about…the Internet does tell you strange things…this term Yarn Bombing’…its all around…and …oh I can see the anxiety and the humor…it does tickle doesn’t it and then frightens you as well…
Well, I shivered a little I mean my wings trembled and I could feel that even with all my swiftness …and flying experience…this word gives one the Great Fear if I may say of the final moment…it becomes dark and red all over and the crimson flood starts flowing and the blue vanishes into the darkest of darks’  and the gigantic cave begins to open and the vault fills in with the loudest of screams….
‘Oh please Sir,
Ok I was just reminding and doing my duty if you will also keep on the track…and you will be grateful always for The Lord He hath His own ways and He Loves those who Obey Him….oh about bombing …and yarn…
Well yes it is…The practice is believed to have originated in the U.S. with Texas knitters trying to find a creative way to use their leftover and unfinished knitting projects, but it has since spread worldwide. The start of this movement has been attributed to Magda Sayeg, 37, from Houston, who says she first got the idea in 2005 when she covered the door handle of her boutique with a custom-made cozy…
What is cozy…something to warm but on a door handle…I ..er…am not so familiar with doors for there are some special doorways in my line of life…er…
Well cozy or cozies… or tea warmer is a cover for a teapot traditionally made of cloth. It insulates a teapot, keeping the contents warm. Their use predates the invention of vacuum bottles as a means of keeping hot liquids hot. Tea cosies may have padded inserts that can be removed and washed.Some tea cozies are hand-knitted, resembling woolen hats…
Oh so you can also knit a tea cosy
Yes sure but isn’t it a grand idea….a tea cover on a door handle and then on and on to other things larger ones and there you go…with your yarn…yarn forward…yarn over ha yarn over anything that is the idea now I get it fully…yarn covering even a car and out in the open tree trunks and large benches…and
Even buildings …or dear there is no end to it but how exactly is it a bomb?
Bomb would be the excessive yarn that is used…and it is joined with the ‘Stitched story…now that was a movement also….The movement moved on from simple ‘cozies’ with the innovation of the ‘stitched story’. The concept has been attributed to Lauren O’Farrell](who creates her street art under the graffiti knitting name Deadly Knitshade), from London
You are a historian aren’t you..you must check up Knitting in your own faith Ok?
‘I will Insha Allah….
‘And now it’s the time tick…er..I the bomb tick…oh ..no ..Ok make me those wing warmers…wwhhhiiiiiiiiiinnnngggggg

Somewhere a cock crowed