Solace

Whenever i need a good hearty laugh.....i read MBZI....
*roars of laughter*

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I really liked this one Rozaiba.

But....

``She even has a prayer for the Pakistan cricket team!
“Offer this prayer when you go watch the match.” And she recites it to me.``

was right on the money especially tonight with the innings defeat looming.

Someone sure forgot about their prayers....

Indians are about to break out the bubbly....

What the heck! I`ll join them!


Ras

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Well written!
..and there is solace in prayer....i`ve always found it...and that is a personal opinion...so dont start bashing me on that point if any of you dont agree.
And rozaiba...dont ponder too much on MBZIXYZblahblahblahs posts...Ive seen enough of them to reach the conclusion that he is an old man whose lost his mind...alzheimer,s or parkinsons i suppose...tsk tsk...he needs solace(prayer would be the correct place since his legs are in the proverbial grave)..:-D
TC..

Rozaiba:
A good narration. It is such cultural backdrops which lends authenticity and value to such writings. This is the kind of stuff which should become part of english language texts in our schools rather than the alienish and slave-driver garbage being rammed down the throats of the unwitting innocents.

Rozaiba: That story reminded me of two things.

One of these two is the sore ears; my parents for some strange reason hated my ears and tried their best to pull them out of my sides throughout mychildhhod, adolescent, and teenage years. They stopped as I started standing on my own feet. or may be I had become the disciplined and prudent son that they always wanted - it is hard to tell. I was a chain smoker as long as dad was giving me the pocket money but I quit smoking as soon as I started working.

The second thing it reminds me of is a story by Ashfaq Ahmad, where he narrates a village life in the pre-Partition days. He describes how the son of village moulvi sahib brought a phonogram from the city, to the village. But to be safe from his father`s anger on this device of devil he played Quranic recitation from an Arabian sheikh in the chopaal; everybody liked it but the next day when a Quranic recitation in a female voice (probably by Umm-e-Kalsum) was played it became hard to find a place even to stand in the chopaal.

(sigh)

Your mother and Rabia both were right in the first place. and to conclude the thing with a positive note, would you tell us where the sadqa has gone anyway?-:) We all need such mothers and Rabias in our lives.

overall, good stuff.

Ahsan

Your mother and Rabia both were right in the first place. and to conclude the thing with a positive note, would you tell us where the sadqa has gone anyway?-:) We all need such mothers and Rabias in our lives.

overall, good stuff.

Ahsan

rozaiba:

loved the descriptions you`ve used in the story. there were however a few typos which the editors have overlooked.

Well Its about time you realised the power of prayer my friend.

Hope this accident makes you devoted. (To pryayer that is).

aloo ka parathas for breakfast? what wa ay to start your day. no wonder the day ended in an accident and abba ji`s phainti...

it is nice one...
it was a common story of winning others in price of ourself.
aur haan. there is solace in prayers the true solace

Rozaiba,

That was very sweet.

So, did you give the sadqa ?