Most of my Eid was spent in a muddy field with rain and wind battering down on a derelict of smashed tents and wet equipment. And you know what? I’m not even mad.
I’ve been in many mosques. From one end of the country to the other, and in other countries too, I enjoy seeing the plethora of variety when it comes to places of worship. However, few have held as special a significance as a small mosque in a small town, just south of Edmonton. Continue reading “Mosque of Memories”
I was graciously nominated by Farheen Siddiqui, of the blog Khamosh Dhadkanen to do the Free Style Writing Challenge.
The concept of free style writing revolves around the central idea of putting down words that may or may not relate to a particular topic and within a certain time period regardless of spelling or perhaps also grammar.
Here are the rules:
1) Open an MS Word document
2) Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.
3) You topic is at the foot of this post. But do not scroll down to see it until you are ready with the timer
4) Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. Once you began writing do not stop even to turn. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD.
5) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.
6) At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
7) Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).
I’ll admit I didn’t read the rules carefully enough and instinctively fixed my spelling mistakes as I went. Minus-ten-points. Here it goes:
My topic: “The best day of my life”
The best day of my life. When was that? There were so many days in my life that I could consider “the best”. Was it the day I got married? The day I got divorced (haha)? Or perhaps it was the time I had a sleep over with my friends—all of us in our 20s but I felt like I was 12 again, chowing down on snacks while we played Settlers of Catan and Super Mario 3D world and a breakfast of French Toast. Was it the day I graduated from high school, and had a non-stop evening of laser tag, bowling, pool and pizza with my friends? My first Eid party in the big city of Edmonton was definitely memorable, as it was the first time I truly felt part of a community and like I’d found my balance, between my identity as a Muslim and as a Canadian.
Or perhaps the best day of my life is related to my favourite moments. Standing at the crest of a walking path with my friends, overlooking the Bugaboo Glacier—or perhaps, a few hundred meters higher along that trail, where I stopped and gazed out over the glacier-carved valley with my brother. Perhaps it was standing at the top of a hill in Costa Rica, overlooking the lush tropical landscape and sandy beach below. Maybe it was in the quiet solitude of praying outside on the mountain grass, anonymous to the world and the open canopy of stars above me.
What I’m trying to say is: I’m not sure what the best day of my life is. For how does one even rank these days? By the clearest memory they leave, or the biggest impact they’ve had on your soul? How do these moments, minutes and days influence the people we become? I cherish each and every one of them, but not equally.
We all seek out the perfect day. So try and make tomorrow your best day.
Word count: 329 words
I love how it just kind of devolved into a pedantic philosophical ramble near the end.
I’m nominating the following:
Your topic is: the best gift you ever received