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Samar.writes — Sun, 30 Jun 2024 13:20:38 GMT

A tale of faith, courage, dedication and timing

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In life, seasons of waiting are inevitable — waiting for answers, for breakthroughs, for miracles, and for opportunities.These times can be particularly challenging. We all go through those moments when we feel stuck, when time seems to stand still, and when the answers we so desperately seek seem far out of reach.But what does it truly mean to wait, and how can we navigate these challenging seasons with grace and faith? To understand this, let’s explore the story of a woman named Hannah. Her tale, found in the first book of Samuel, is a poignant example of someone who faced an extended period of waiting.Her husband deeply loved Hannah, but deep personal pain — not external enemies — tormented her. She was unable to bear children. This was a source of great shame and ridicule in her culture. To compound her misery further, she had to endure the mockery of her husband’s other wife, Panina, who had children of her own.Hannah yearned for a child, not just because of societal expectations or ridicule, but because of her sincere desire to experience motherhood. Her longing was so intense and profound that it led her to the sanctuary, the house of God. She then poured her heart out in prayer.Her words were filled with raw emotion and desperation. She pleaded with the Lord, “If you indeed remember me, your beloved servant, please give me a son. I promise that I will dedicate my child to your service, my Lord.”

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Hannah didn’t demand immediate results. She didn’t seek shortcuts; instead, she surrendered her desires to God’s timing. She placed her trust in his sovereignty, supreme authority, and power. This is a profound lesson for all of us waiting on the Lord, which involves surrendering our desires and timelines to His perfect will.It’s about acknowledging that His plans for us are greater than our own. Despite her pain, Hannah turned to the Lord in prayer, demonstrating her faith. The Lord not only heard Hannah’s prayers but also answered them.She gave birth to a son, Samuel, a gift from the Lord. True to her vow, she dedicated Samuel to the Lord, entrusting him to Eli the priest’s care. This act of faithfulness was not only a fulfillment of her vow but also an affirmation of her trust in God’s promises. This helped Hannah to understand and realize the true purpose of life.Hannah’s story is a powerful testament to the beauty found in surrendering our desires to God’s perfect timing.It reminds us that God is faithful to fulfill His promises, and He honors those who wait patiently upon Him. Hannah’s story is not just a tale of a woman’s faith and patience. It’s a lesson for us all. It teaches us to trust in God’s sovereignty, to surrender our desires and timelines to his perfect will, and to wait patiently for the perfect timing.Two verses come to my mind that beautifully express this sentiment well. First, we have Isaiah 40:31, a verse that paints a vivid picture of renewed strength and resilience. It says, “Those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

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Waiting on the Lord isn’t about idol passivity; it’s about gathering strength and soaring to new heights with the wings of eagles. It’s about running tirelessly and walking without faltering.Next, we turn to Psalm 27:14, where we find a stirring call to patience and courage. “Wait for the LORD; be strong and courageous. Wait for the LORD.” This verse invites us to wear our waiting badge of strength and let our hearts take courage in the midst of uncertainty.We may face situations that seem incomprehensible; we may find ourselves waiting for answers, breakthroughs, or miracles; however, remember about Hannah, her faith, her patience, and her dedication. You will certainly see some light at the end of the tunnel.

A short note from author
This story represents the importance of patience, perseverance, self-belief, timing, and faith. We all in our lives have experienced many incidents where we ignore those great qualities partially or completely. We often feel impatient and low with temporary and small set-backs. However, it is need of the hour that we keep on learning and improve ourselves each and everyday.

Thanks Mil and the whole vibrant writing family. I enjoyed writing this piece. Hope you all enjoy reading it.

Let’s Find the Hannah in All of Us was originally published in Story Saturday on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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Samar.writes — Fri, 28 Jun 2024 11:51:51 GMT

FICTION WRITING CONTEST

An apocalyptic end to the world with the promise of a new dawn

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Sienna had often wondered — if her grand kids would ever know what a book weighs or how the smell of rain on earth was.She looked around the room — what she saw were holographic projections and digital art. Data streams had replaced ink and paper. Maybe they would never know how soothing natural light, filtering through the leaves, could be.Maybe the moon would go red and dissolve into the sun like an ancient prophecy getting fulfilled. When born on a Sunday, Sienna let her mind wander much as the molecules of smoke knew precisely where they wanted to go within the streets of reflections and dreams — deeper truths were now seen at each twist and turn.She had a way of fighting it when her head spun with thoughts and now let them be whatever they wished, relishing the chaos. Mount Akoli’s eruption was imprinted into infinity in her mind — the day she gave birth to twins, two lives from one soul. She felt a connection with mount Akoli.To her, life is all about a journey of conscience through the plateau of existence. In one such moment, she first saw the end of Earth.In her vision, she stood among ancient seers on a mountaintop, her eyes meeting the rising Sun. They had come to watch the cycle of destruction and rebirth. Far above a sea of clouds, Sienna had felt stillness settling over her, pulling her in.That had been this until there was the bird.

Always the bird. What was it doing there? Who could have cared about the bird?

Remember the twins. In the mountains surrounding their cabin, Sienna turned over a rock to show her children the teeming life below. Her tiny twins peered down at ants and beetles. Sienna gazed at her daughter’s eyes, catching a spark of interest in them.“Hello, beetle,” the two-year-old Luna said. “Very good,” replied Sienna, quite content with the sharp vision of her daughter.Then, in that single moment of clarity so infinitely removed, whole world was wandered beyond perception. Hopefully, by then, into the cold darkness. The invisible ones that occupied the hollows and cracks of this planet would submerge, as humans did from the overpowering truths of existence, later into the evening once the Sun had set.Maybe they’d all live to see the next dawn. If Sienna had a wish, it was only that those very same visions would never come true, yet they always did.Perhaps the end of life as they knew it, wasn’t a disaster at all but simply a change. Yes, the sun would indeed burn them all, even inside their underground bunkers. Their burning bodies would set something eternal free.

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Only on the last day Sienna would find herself on Mount Vermin precisely as she had envisioned. She counted herself as one of the elders, with the knowledge of old that had come down to her orally.The elders represented continuity, wisdom, and a bridge between past and present. It seemed to have solidified while Earth began the countdown of its ultimate demise in years that were closing its lids.Space shuttles glided high over the wars and skirmishes on Earth. Progress and regression had been knitted together and been bound by fear. People, if not bored, were terrified and incapable of processing life.Fear became a medium of distortion, ensuring that sensory experiences were amplified while the ability to glean from them was dulled down. A universal distorting lens — fear, whether you were human or deer or molecule.The Quantum-physicists believed in a knowable reality best experienced by computers, and the Metaphysicists saw reality as a projection of the live mind. Sienna held the duality of views with the help of her children. The reality, she came to accept, was neither binary nor a compromise of all possibilities.

Everyone was right.

A few days after, the insects running under the stone had dispersed, Luna and her little brother Orion presented Sienna with an important realization. Her body surged with adrenaline when Orion screamed from the river bank.She expected the fall, but Luna’s voice guided her to a stinger on Orion’s leg. Sienna went on a slow approach, making her presence felt to the giant scorpion.Lifting its hands up, the scorpion slithered away for some unknown reason. Orion, smiling but trembling, was scooped up by Sienna. Tears streamed down Luna’s face as if she, too, remembered the pressure of the scorpion’s touch.Sienna now understood how, through her children, life wove itself together. The Earth was one mind, a super-organism of infinite complexity.Up on Mount Vermin, under the crimson sky, Sienna saw a young hawk perch itself on a pine branch. She has some blurred recollection, which inquired if it was her presence, or even the tree’s, that invited the bird.She remembers how back then, as a child, it could easily be about the view, and beauty was revealed in a way entirely alien to the deep true understanding of it.

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As the moon and the Sun gathered all their strength to coalesce, the Sage asked Sienna, “Are you ready?”. “Yes,” she replied while she gazed at the bird. “This cosmic event should be felt, not seen.”The Sage nodded. “Yes, this is the moment to be present. Thank you, Sienna. It is an honor to face oblivion with you.”In one blinding flash, life was over, and awareness continued. There was no more duality, only oneness. This was peace, love, everything, and nothing. It was a ballet between time and space.The earth was back to the mysterious algorithm of life’s origin. And in this void, a new beginning was eagerly waiting, a potential energy ready to turn into creativity again.

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Samar.writes — Thu, 27 Jun 2024 13:16:11 GMT

I am Awake | BUHUB Contest

A cosmic connection to the greater soul

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“If someone comes along and shoots an arrow into your heart, it’s fruitless to stand there and yell at the person. It would be much better to turn your attention to the fact that there’s an arrow in your heart…”
― Pema Chödrön

One day in winter about the time of Christmas, I was meditating early in the morning when suddenly I found something giving way in my brain as if a new aperture had food and I felt an energy rising up from my spinal cord.At first, I was terrified and my attention went to this sensation caused by this eternal energy.The moment my sensation went towards it, the vision ceased; then again concentrated and ultimately, I managed to keep my attention at the crown of my head.The energy rose upward and upward through the spinal cord to the neck and down into the brain, and I suddenly found that a stream of silvery light was pulling me into my brain.There was a sound like thunder or lightning or waterfall in my ears and the noise grew louder and louder and louder. At the same time I began to expand.Complete undoing is necessary for a seed to reach its full potential. Everything shifts as the shell splits open, revealing its inner workings. It would appear like total devastation to someone who doesn’t comprehend growth and evolution.I cannot describe to you exactly what I mean by this but it seemed that my consciousness was now gaining a wider and wider space and I was leaving my body behind and projecting myself, spreading myself all around in the universe.The body grew dimmer and dimmer, and I could hardly hear any noises coming from the street. I remain totally engrossed in the vision that was now unfolding before me it was the vision of a silvery luster living vibrant with consciousness but spread all around me.I seemed to become like a point of awareness watching this great personality that had now developed this great intelligence which seemed to encompass the whole universe like a small cork floating in an ocean aware of the whole surface of the ocean itself.

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It was almost a condition I felt as if I was a small point of awareness floating in an ocean of consciousness, aware of it in every point of the compass. I felt myself expanding and expanding and this expansion was also attended by happiness which it is not possible to describe.I felt in a state of jubilation happiness and elation which I had never experienced in my life before. That time it was an incredible spectacle and I was completely baffled as to what had happened to me but I continued to sit and to contemplate this vision with all the power of my attention.In fact, it was not I, but the vision drew me to it. I was fascinated. My whole attention was attracted as if as an iron filing is attracted by a magnet. I could not withdraw my mind out of it.

“Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis. If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying ‘And then I shall have wings and antennae,’ there will never be a butterfly. The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvelous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.”
― Alejandro Jodorowsky

Treasures have been turning up in areas I didn’t want to look. I had been hearing knowledge spoken in languages I did not wish to hear. Wherever I was reluctant to look, beauty has been there. And trips I didn’t want to embark on have taught me a lot.Thank you, O Merciful One; I have been shutting down my vision and hearing for far too long. I now realize that the reason miracles are named such is that they are frequently experienced by those who are able to see past all of life’s delusion. I’m prepared to relish all the unsightly fruit instead of the perfectly formed, luscious fruit and to discover what’s truly behind the blinds.I remained contemplating the vision for some time. Finally the circle of light grew narrower and narrower. It began to contract and I who had now expanded immensely began to feel myself contracting.The ‘I’ became again narrower and narrower until all of a sudden I found myself in the body and again was conscious of the flesh and of the sounds in the street, and also the light was now pouring into the room.Only one thing describes you. You are a supremely divine soul. An omnipotent Designer. There is divine creative energy from all that has ever been, all that is to be, and all that will be within you; you are the divine in denim and a tee.It was a great awakening moment for me in my life.One incident might awaken a stranger in us that we have never met. Living is indeed being born slowly to our consecutive incarnations.

The day I was conceived when I pondered, “What is it?”
What was it?
Also, what if?

The moment my ego collapsed brought about a transformation in me, and all the shallow tangible elements that had previously been significant to me inexplicably stopped to be as significant.

I was truly born.
The day I ceased to be concerned with the opinions of others, and instead focused solely on my own aspirations to transform the world.

This piece is written for the purpose of spreading awareness, wisdom, and compassion through writing and awakening our inner conscience. Thanks Emy for this lovely invitation.

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Samar.writes — Sat, 15 Jun 2024 16:28:06 GMT

‘If You Cannot Get a Miracle, Become One’ — What are Our Excuses?

Do not forget to count your blessings, you have too many

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Can you sign?

You would say, “Come on, Samar, that’s a piece of cake! I can sign with my eyes closed!”What if I encourage you to sign — not with your hand, but with your mouth?You are free to give it a try. You may grab a pen in your mouth and try to scribble on a piece of paper! I will wait for you..please give it a go while I am also doing the same.Can you feel the struggle? The struggle of holding the pen in the mouth, losing its grip, holding again, and getting confused about whether to hold with lips or teeth! The tip of the pen is not moving..why is tracing a curve so tough? I am tip-stuck..too much saliva is making the pen slip by..Whew..so much struggle..cannot do it!Finally, you gave up in just five minutes!By now, you have surely realized how blessed you are!Not everyone is! Imagine a scenario where people are going through struggles…much harder…day in and day out for decades in their lives.You will be surprised to know there are so many people who are not as privileged in life as you are, no matter what scenario you are in.

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I wonder which language uses this syntax! I tried English, though.😅This story is of someone who was born to Serbian immigrants in Melbourne in 1982. His life journey is a story in itself.He was born without any arms or legs due to a rare disorder called Tetra-Amelia syndrome. His mother was not sure even to look at him while the nurse held him. His father nearly fainted, and he felt so uneasy that the nurse had to take him out of the room.The mother was filled with confusion, shock, and fear, questioning herself, ‘Why my child?’ It took a few months for her to finally accept and hold the baby. Imagine the scenario of your mother refusing to even touch you as a baby!Finally, they came to terms with reality and emotional distress.

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Not only he struggled with daily tasks, but other students also ridiculed and bullied him at school.You can’t even imagine the level of difficulty that kid was facing with things that come so naturally and easily to you.Despite all that, his parents decided to send him to a regular school instead of a school for kids with disabilities.The kids laughed at him and excluded him from every game.He was lonely and depressed, and he thought that he had no reason to live in the world. The constant depression made him think of dying.He felt that he had no value and would always be a burden to the parents.At the age of 10, he even tried several times to drown himself in the bathtub , but he stopped as the thought and picture of crying parents and siblings at his funeral interrupted him.The years went by.One day, his mother showed him a picture in a newspaper of a man who also suffered from a severe disability. It made him realize that he wasn’t alone in this world with this condition. He had two small feet, and his left foot had two toes.

And then things began to change.

He started to accept himself the way he was. He began to write, swim, and play with his toes. He traveled the world and inspired the lives of millions with his motivational speech. He became a preacher and a motivational speaker at the young age of 15.He graduated in accounting and financial planning from Griffith University at the age of 23, moved to southern California, and started a nonprofit organization, ‘Life without Limbs’.

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He used to say:

You may have arms and legs, but unless you know the answer to these three things: number one — who are you and what your value is; number two — what is your purpose here in life; and number three — what is your destiny when you are done here — you are more disabled than I am.

He is none other than Nick Vujicic! (Pronounced “Vooyi-chich”) Full name — Nicholas James Vujicic.He is a humble Australian-American motivational speaker, educator, entrepreneur, passionate family person, and a proud husband and dad. He has traveled to more than 50 countries and inspired billions of people around the world.He has written many books, such as ‘Life Without Limits’, ‘Your Life Without Limits’, ‘Limitless’, ‘Unstoppable’, ‘Love Without Limits’, and ‘Be the Hands and Feet’.His filmography includes ‘The Butterfly Circus’, ‘The Lost Sheep’, ‘Be the Hands and Feet’, and ’Batter Man Event’.His height of 3 feet 2 inches did not stop him from reaching the horizon. His patience, perseverance, hard work, self-belief, dedication, discipline, and enthusiasm are unparalleled.He is an inspiring example of what it means to overcome adversity and achieve greatness despite physical and societal limitations. His flourishing motivational speaking career is the living proof of his resilience, determination, and faith.His message of hope and perseverance has inspired so many of us, and he continues to be a powerful voice for those who face challenges and obstacles. He represents hope for individuals grappling with physical or mental disabilities.Back in 1982, no one would have imagined in their wildest dreams that this disabled boy would even survive in this cruel society, let alone have such a beautiful family, beautiful kids, and become a millionaire! Not even his own parents or relatives would have thought so! He did it.Instead of seeking a miracle, he became the miracle himself.

He is Nicholas Hope Vujicic!

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Courage is when you’ve overcome your fear, but that doesn’t mean you’re not afraid.

Please take a look at Nick’s life journey. I’m sure you’ll enjoy these two videos and feel immensely inspired to inspire others. He is so full of life.

🤍🤍 — Further Reading — 🤍🤍

Only Thing That Exists is Success and Failure is Merely a Mirage

Thanks Mil for the lovely challenge. Enjoyed the creative process of writing this story. All those years, I have derived inspiration so many times from Nick’s life. He is a legend. You are incredible too.

I’m hosting a $230 writing contest!

‘If You Cannot Get a Miracle, Become One’ — What are Our Excuses? was originally published in Story Saturday on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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Samar.writes — Sat, 15 Jun 2024 09:17:54 GMT

The myths and illusions of failure in life

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One day a teacher asked a student. “Does cold exist?” The student said, “Yes.”

The teacher said — No… it’s wrong because you cannot feel cold if there’s no heat.

He asked again — Does darkness exist? The student said — Yes.

The teacher said — No, the darkness is nothing in itself. It is just the absence of light. By law of science, we can study light and temperature, but not cold and darkness in the same way.

There is no existence of failure. It is nothing, but creation of our mind.

The moon exists, and so does the peak of Everest, because people have proved that by winning them. At one point in time, achieving such feats was considered impossible. However, this mindset held the belief that we couldn’t achieve them.In the same way, your goals and their successes exist if you believe in them, but you often give up too soon.Your success is hidden behind the curtains of your lack of desire, perseverance, dedication, and enthusiasm.

It’s always there.

You would have to try with complete belief in your heart and mind to find success. If you fail, try harder with complete focus and dedication.

One day you will realize — Only thing that exists is success, and failure is merely a mirage or illusion.

🤍🤍 — Further Reading — 🤍🤍

Money is Many Things, But Not All

Thanks Mil for the lovely challenge. Appreciate it.

I’m hosting a $230 writing contest!

Only Thing That Exists is Success and Failure is Merely a Mirage was originally published in Story Saturday on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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Samar.writes — Fri, 14 Jun 2024 15:39:23 GMT

The eternal cycle of love, pain, duty and loss

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Dr. Santiago was walking here and there in his room.He had caught a piece of paper in his hand. It was late at night, but he was still awake and tense.Slow but constant rain outside made the atmosphere gloomier. His facial expression was invisible in the bulb’s dim light. Perhaps some thoughts were troubling him.He had been practicing in that village for the past six years. He had moved away from his family and was living independently. Now he looked at the clock. It was around 2:00 a.m. He sat down on the sofa.The piece of paper was still in his hand. He was lost in his own thoughts. Around ten minutes later, he heard someone knocking on his door. So he went on to open the door.He was not surprised by an untimely call, because it was a regular part of his profession. It must have been an emergency, he thought while opening the door. He found an anxious old man covered in a plastic sheet to avoid the rain.

Soon the old man pleaded, “Doctor! My son is not feeling well and is almost unconscious. Please come to my house and help him.”

The doctor was not mentally prepared at all to go anywhere at that time. So, he tried to give some reasons. But the old man started begging and crying. Seeing the poor man begging and crying, Dr. Santiago again looked at the piece of paper thoughtfully and finally decided to go with him.He went inside to bring his first-aid briefcase and umbrella. He locked the gate, and both of them set out on the journey. After a walk of around two and a half miles, the old man finally stopped in front of a small cottage and invited the doctor inside.There was a woman sitting near a wooden cot where a young man was lying down. The house’s belongings told the story of their poverty. Dr. Santiago quickly checked the patient’s condition. His body was high on fever. Following a thorough examination, he administered an analgesic injection to provide him with some relief. While giving some medicines, he assured and consoled the old man that his son would get better soon.

As the doctor asked for permission to leave, the poor man was very grateful and offered whatever money he had, but the doctor refused to take any.

When the old man insisted, the doctor said, “Do you see this piece of paper in my hand? This is the telegram my wife has sent. It tells me that my eight-year-old son died today. I am waiting for the first morning train to get back home. Money is many things, but at this point in time, it cannot reduce my pain.”He walked out of the house. The old man was at a loss for words. On that rainy, dark night, he just kept looking at the doctor’s moving shadow.

So what would you choose between love and duty in such circumstances?

🤍🤍 — Further Reading — 🤍🤍

‘If You Cannot Get a Miracle, Become One’ — What are Our Excuses?

Thanks Mil for the lovely challenge. Enjoyed the creative process of writing a story.

I’m hosting a $230 writing contest!

Money is Many Things, But Not All was originally published in Story Saturday on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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Samar.writes — Sat, 01 Jun 2024 03:09:12 GMT

Fiction | Harry Challenge | Parenting

The selfless dedication of a couple being parents

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“Dad! Dad! Wake up! It’s already 4pm.“You have promised me for the evening show this weekend,” said Nina.“Mom! Wake up Dad! I do not want to miss any scene from the movie!”“Okay, I will. First finish your snacks, sweetie,” smiled Sarah.Woof! Woof! Pluto was so excited too.“Hmm! Okay Nina. We all will go for the movies,” Justin said while yawning.“Wake up Justin, Nina has kept on reminding me twenty times since morning.”Before Sarah could leave the room, Justin gently grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her onto the bed.The eyes of both got locked and they kissed.“Now wake up, or else Nina will come up again,” Sarah’s cheeks turned pink.They all got ready and reached the movie theatre in time.This place was so special for Justin. As much he could remember, mother Annie found him here in the nearby phone booth. He grew up in mother Annie’s foster care home where he met Sarah. They both fell in love and got married to create a beautiful family.They always wanted to have all the care and privileges for Nina that they both longed during their growing up years.“Dad! Get me some popcorns, please!” Nina rolled her eyes.“Sure sweetheart!”They all enjoyed watching the movie “Escape to Athena”. While returning home, they were so happy. Nina was half-asleep.As they reached home, the babysitter informed Justin that mother Annie had called and requested them to pay her an early visit.It had been two years since they had heard from mother Annie. The same night Justin and Sarah decided to take on the two hour journey to meet mother Annie.Mother Annie was bed-ridden as they arrived at her home. She asked Justin to come closer. She handed over a diary to him.“Justin, I was not the one who picked you up from the phone booth thirty years ago. Now the time has come. This diary will give you all the answers. Please read it,” said mother Annie.This new information surprised both Justin and Sarah! A new hope of finding his biological parents flickered in Justin’s heart.Both Justin and Sarah started to skim through the diary as anxiety and curiosity surrounded their minds.It was quite an ordinary day for me. I went for a morning walk on the streets of our city that was recovering from the damages of the war. The huge impact it had on people and a nation, was still clearly visible.The ruined buildings, bullet marks, long queues for essential food items, and sadness in families who had lost a dear one to the war were screaming stories of a lost decade.The wounds were not completely healed as of yet. The count of orphans in our foster care home was also at its peak since last year.I went on with my daily routine helping kids and managing other formalities. I could remember the day, 25th June, 1949, I got a call from the police officer about an abandoned child and they asked me to come to Genesis Hospital.As I reached there, I met Mr. and Mrs. Jones for the first time who found you in a basket near the telephone booth of Rio cinema. They seemed to be sensible and compassionate at first glance.You were extremely ill at that point of time.The doctors suggested that you had congenital heart defect. The only possible cure was an expensive surgery. Again the success of surgery was sixty percent. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were a childless couple.From brief interaction with them, I sensed that they were considering the option of giving you a safe family. They were so much interested to adopt you despite your critical health issues.They knew that all legalities and formalities would take many months. Still they were so keen. Mrs. Jones personally requested me for the same. I could feel the emptiness in her heart for being without a child since many years.Again they were not so rich to completely aid your surgery and medical expenses. In those times, such surgeries were rare and very expensive. Even though they knew they would struggle to gather the required money, they were not ready to give you up.The couple started to be more creative to aid your expenses. They even tried selling sandwiches and bread at church during weekends while asking for generous donations for your cure. Months went by.Fortunately, they were able to gather the eighty percent of the required money. However, one dreadful night, on their way to meet you in the hospital, the car met with a heart-wrenching accident killing both of them.I rushed into the Genesis hospital where you were recovering among sophisticated medical instruments, and in the adjacent room were the lifeless bodies of those angelic couple who gave you another chance to live and experience the world.They had already mentioned you in their will.They were in every sense the parents you never had and you were the child they always wished for.Both Justin and Sarah put the diary on table while looking at each other teary-eyed.Thanks for reading.Thanks Harry for the sweet prompt to write a story on the premise. I thoroughly enjoyed it. :)

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Samar.writes — Tue, 14 May 2024 10:05:10 GMT

Nonfiction | Life | Spirituality

Simple moments of spirituality

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There is no right or wrong way to have a deeper understanding of ourselves. Different paths, practices, theories, and lessons appeal to diverse set of people to walk in their spiritual journey.In life, spiritual experience is essential. It expands our consciousness and awareness.This journey helps you connect to yourself in a way that is beyond your physical world. Religious practices are different from the spiritual journey. Being more spiritual is being more human.Spirituality is more about self-development and personal well-being. It involves mysticism and human psychology.It makes us aware of our energy fields and enhances it. As we start to focus into our breathing pattern, we begin to realize the flow of energy in our whole body.Spiritual experiences can be so enriching.This is not limited to just monks or saints. For that you do not need to be in caves or mountains. One can practice spirituality along with modern life. It can be so simple as well. It can be an instinctive approach to positivity or it can be an inner world experience.Meditation a better tool to enhance your spiritual experience. Self-reflection, listening to music or reading a book, observing the sky, or watching ripples on water can also be so spiritual.Let’s allow the universe to communicate to us.Thanks for reading.

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Samar.writes — Mon, 13 May 2024 13:18:59 GMT

Nonfiction | Mother’s Love | Affection

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We are the sum total of all our experiences. Of course, these experiences are far from perfect. Nevertheless, they shape and reshape us as a person. Relationships play a huge role in our lives. Without them, we are like a directionless, purposeless ship in the vast ocean of life.I never fully understand what it means to have a Mother. All I know is my aunt taking care of me since childhood. Probably, she is the closest to what a mother should be. I remember being once told that my mother passed away when I was a tiny baby. That hurts me to the core.I have no complaints on my aunt or other family members, they took good care of me all along. However, My very presence always felt like incomplete. Do not know why.I used to observe other kids at school, in the park, malls and in the street when they were with their mothers, just to get a sense or feel of it. How they interact, how they smile or laugh together, and how much true love and fondness they share!I used to take my tiffin and sit close by to hear their conversation. I used to feel jealous how a mother hugs, caresses the hair of their kids, pats on the back, and squeezes the cheeks in utter joy. I miss all of it.They keep on querying for their well-being and the kids complain, “I am already a big boy now, and you do not have to worry so much Momma.” The sparkle in the eyes of those kids when they see their Moms at gates of the the school to pick them up is so surreal and enviable.Would she have baked me a special cake for my birthday party at school?Would she have listened me attentively with ample time for me?Would she have been always on my side to support me?Would she have been waiting for me at home eagerly?Sometimes it made me wonder whether my mother would have been so affectionate and caring! Perhaps yes.She would have been cheering me up in all my basketball games. She might have been running along with me outside the court.She would have been shouting, “Come on Samar, this way, score!”My friends would have been asking me, “Is she your Mom?”I would have been saying, “No! I have never saw her in my life before!”That would have been super fun.She would have been waking me up with a cute kiss early in the morning and making some delicious breakfast before school. It could have been omelet, waffles, pancakes or cereals. The family dinner would have been so great.She would have told me so many stories before bed. She could have made me quiet with just one look if I misbehave. She would have encouraged and supported all my dreams and goals in life no matter how boring they are. She would have boosted my self-confidence to excel in studies and in life.It would have been so interesting and exciting to introduce her to my high school and college girlfriends. I have no idea that how she would have reacted — whether she would have approved?I never got a chance!She would have been my shoulder to cry on, the softest place to fall on to, and the person who knows me the best on this planet. Her unconditional love and support despite my countless mistakes would have been something to experience!She would have been the first person who I tell my share of successes and failures. Her life lessons and motherly advice would have been so effective.She would have believed in me, no matter what.I will never get to know her in this life. That’s the bitter truth. Wish we had an email service that connects different realms. I would have loved to send her emails each day.

Love is just a word, until someone comes along and gives an unconditional meaning to it.Miss you.Thanks for reading. Happy Mother’s Day to all of you.

This piece is written for the purpose of spreading awareness, love, and compassion through writing on occasion of Mother’s Day. Thanks Emy for this lovely invitation.

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Samar.writes — Sat, 11 May 2024 10:02:19 GMT

Poetry | Writing | Feelings

Let’s keep on writing life

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There is a poet in all of us,
Which may need no similes or metaphors,
Let’s bridge our emotions and words,
And connect our hearts and minds.

An empty apartment is my heart,
It’s a treasure-house of memories,
All broken and forgotten moments,
And all invisible scars and wounds.

Now the scars are the badges of honor,
Helped it to grow strong and large,
Still sometimes it trembles,
Reminding me of those unpleasant memories.

It’s time to move forward with all strength,
Not to feel stuck in the past,
Life does not wait for anyone,
Let’s run and jump over all hurdles.

Still we will feel frozen at times,
Feel isolated in the most crowded places,
New fear will knock on the door,
But it will be unwise to consider it as only reality.

Can we not leave our egos at the door?
As hypocrisy and anger only disturb peace,
All it brings are shadows and darkness,
To keep our voice and words silent.

Life is no fairy tale or lullaby,
So do not stop writing with hope,
Someone will relate and connect,
That will make our day and moment of joy.

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