There’s a witch in my closet, trying to fly her broom which is also in the closet.
I don’t have my wand with me, and I am kinda scared of that witch
she keeps saying bad words
her mommy must have been Bellatrix’s relative
I dunno but what do I do?
Can you please help?
P.S: I am a muggle and in first year of Hogwarts. I haven’t learnt defensive spells yet
What was one productive thing you did today?
I am so glad i woke up at 7a.m. today and through out the day I felt sleepy but I kicked the sleep back in. I focused on my writing and some other activities. I knew if I dozed off, I would sleep late at night and then the cycle of late bird would repeat itself.
Hence sleep early, wake up early is one productive thing I did today.
Whenever I wake up late, say by 11a.m. I feel my day is wasted and it passes by so quickly, I get nothing done.
Does it happen to you to? Please share in comments below. Thanks for reading.
This prompt makes me think about that childhood poem about the dog who slept like a log. That’s all I remember from that poem and every time I come across a piece of log, my thoughts travel back to the same association.
But slog isn’t in any way the same thing, in fact its the opposite of that lazy dog that slept like a log. Slog is that dog that slept, woke up and began working. He chased a few squirrels, played with his master, learnt a few tricks but still had enough energy to keep going.
Log on the other hand slept and slept, he slept till noon and woke up with a bright sun hanging up in the sky. Log indolently walked around in search of food, he wanted the food to appear to him, he was too “tired” to play or run, he just was so sleepy all the time.
Each one of us has a “Log” or “Slog” experience in our lives. We just have to decide how often we choose the right one.
via Daily Prompt: Slog
Share tomorrow’s plan
Zulhijja (Last Islamic month) is like December in Georgian calendar. On 10th of Zulhijja Muslims from all over the world celebrate Eid. This Eid is called Eid-al-Adha. The Eid we celebrate after Ramadan is called Eid-al-Fitr.
So on this Eid i.e. Eid-al-Adha we sacrifice goats/sheep/calf/camel etc depending on what one can afford and distribute the meat among poor, relatives and family.This is in accordance with Prophet Abraham’s tradition where he was commanded by God to sacrifice his only son, Ismael who was later replaced with a goat. I read a beautiful something related to this concept on Yasmin Mogahed’s blog:
Many years ago, our father Ibrahim (AS) made a choice. He loved his son. But He loved God more. The commandment came to sacrifice his son. But it wasn’t his son that was slaughtered. It was his attachment. It was his attachment to anything that could compete with his love for God. And the beauty of such a sacrifice is this: Once you let go of your attachment, what you love is given back to you–now in a purer, better form. So let us ask ourselves in these beautiful days of sacrifice, which attachments do we need to slaughter?
In the morning of Eid-al-Adha, Muslims wake up early in the morning and offer Eid prayers in mosque, they return to relish on different kinds of sweets/desserts prepared at home. After that comes the slaughtering part.
Some Muslims slaughter on first day of Eid, others in the following two days.
Usually there’s a family feast in the evening with barbecue and other traditional food items.
I am hoping to have a good day tomorrow.
Eid Mubarak folks! 🙂
Thank you for reading.
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(Picture downloaded from pixabay non-copyright)
An old man in his nineties, thinks about all the instances of his youth which he spent in raising his four kids but now there was no one besides him. His dreams and aspirations were left unfulfilled because by the time he reached his 40s and got done with marrying off his kids, he fell sick, and after that there was nothing but memories, memories full of regrets. But there was one thing he was happy about: Someone took his picture one day while he smoked and said they would share his story with the world, especially youth so they could learn from him and not repeat the same mistakes again. He’ll change many lives, they said.
“This makes me happy, that I have finally done something worthwhile before dying”
Disclaimer: This is not a real story and was made up for the purpose of this prompt. I got this image from pixabay (they offer free images) and have no intention but to use it in the prompt for imaginative writing.