We take so much in life for granted that we never realise that some of these things can be taken away in an instant. Even through no fault of our own we can lose something that we didn’t even know was so precious to us till it’s gone. Some things lost or gone can never be regained yet it can shape and destine our future forever. Perhaps one day we will come to understand and know what the bigger plan was. Maybe it’s bigger than any of us can ever imagine but one things for sure God gives the toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.
As she hid behind the cold dark wall she could hear Dana walking furiously around the dungeon leashing her wrath on the poor prince.
Dana: I will only ask once again then not even God can help you, Who is she Kael? Who is she that you dare utter her name in my presence?
Her voice shrieked around the dungeon, the sound of her cracking her whip made Laila jump and fear for her poor prince even more. She had to get him out of here, out of this mad woman’s clutches and out of this dark, dreary, freezing,cold dungeon.
She could hear the tap of her heels as she moved around muttering obscenities, threats and for a moment she could almost have believed Dana was an evil witch. She certainly wouldn’t have been surprised to see a cauldron in the corner.
Dana: You are mine only mine! You are my slave, there is no room for any other bitch in this world. (she leans down and grabs the back of his hair) I will find her and kill her ( she whispers in his ear viscously) She will die, I promise you.
She starts to leave the dungeon, stops and turns
Dana: She will die! I promise you!
Prince kael : No my mistress please spare her. She is no threat to you, I will serve you always but please I beg you the Princess is of no harm to anyone.
She turns stunned and walks back over to Prince Kael and looks at his limp exhausted body clamped to the chains in the wall. He was bruised from head to foot and bleeding wounds were going crusty and new ones were still bleeding. She wondered why he made her treat him so badly and why she loved hurting him so much. Then she remembered…
Dana: Kael you are mine and until you dont stop muttering that bitches name in your sleep… I wont let you sleep.
With this she kicks him hard in the ribs and leaves promising to be back shortly with some boiling oil. The princess winces on hearing this and panics, she know she needs to get him out of there and fast.
Princess Laila waits till she can no longer hear the tap tap of her magnificent heels and runs to him. She is shocked to see his state and what Dana has done to him. He is stunned to see her there in all her beauty and sweetness. She truly looks like a sweet angel that has come to him from heaven in her long beige gold embroidered dress that seems to fall down to her feet and trail behind her. But her crying is upsetting him he tries to speak but no words are coming out.
Princess Laila: Oh Kael my sweet love, what has she done to you. Look at you, oh look at you. How can she hurt you like this, how could she be so evil.
Prince Kale: Laila my sweet princess…what are you doing here… you must leave… go… I will be fine… just go… she mustn’t catch you here…
Princess Laila: No I can’t leave you like this… we have are leaving here together… look I poisoned the guard and got the key to these chains… darling you need to try and get up now so we can go she will be back soon…
Prince kael: No she will catch us I’m in too much pain, my injuries are too bad.. go back the way you came in… don’t let her catch you here… go .. she will kill you.
Princess Laila: No, I won’t leave you here… then I have to kill her if you can’t come with me… I will kill her!
Suddenly Dana appeared from nowhere with two guards and screams “Guards grab her!” Before the princess knew what was happening she was being dragged to the wall next to her prince and was being cuffed in chains.
Prince Kael: No Dana, don’t hurt her… do what you want to me… but leave her alone.
Princess Laila: Don’t you dare touch him! you evil witch… I will make you pay for what you have done to him… you will suffer ten times more.
Dana slaps her hard across the face and again and again till she sees blood dripping from the corner of her lip… she touches it with the tip of her finger tip and licks it… “Sweet, too sweet”
She walks over to the prince and sticks her spiky boot in his face… he knows instantly what she wants… he begins to lick it starting from the bottom upwards as she reaches the top of her boot she hisses “Don’t you dare stop!” The guards turn their backs to her and their faces the other way and the princess closes her eyes and tries to drown out the noises of this despicable act.
As the dungeon fills with the echoes of Danah’s relish of her boots and thighs being licked the princess cries can be heard too.
Dana: She doesn’t shut up… the other boot now…
The prince is on his knees trying to please his dark mistress just so she wont torture or hurt his beloved. He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her.
Prince Kael: Please release her let her go… I will do anything you ask… anything…
Prince Kael: Yes, anything, you just need say.
An evil smile spreads across Dana’s face and she orders the guards to turn around…”let the games begin he is all yours” The guards move forward and grab the prince by the arm and drag him to a sodden mattress in the corner of the dungeon…
Dana: You will be punished for taking another’s name in my presence and telling me what to do. Guards he is yours.
The princess screamed as her lover was tortured in the most unnatural way known to her. She cried as his ordeal went on and on. Her brave prince never cried out once or let her see that he was feeling any pain. So brave was her prince.
Finally Dana ordered for her to be released and demanded she leave her dungeon immediately. The princess refused to leave without her beloved prince.
Dana: The prince stays, we have unfinished business.
Princess Laila: I won’t leave without him… you can’t keep him here and if you wont let him go then you will have to keep me here to.
Dana hearing this gasped in shock… the last thing she wanted was this princess getting in her way… she was a nuisance and her crying was starting to get on her nerves… plus the dress she was wearing was too pretty for a dungeon.
Prince Kael: Let us go, you have got what you wanted… now let us go… or one of us will die here tonight…
Dana: If you leave Kael I will hunt you down and have you killed, this isn’t over.
Prince Kael: Not if I find you first… let my princess go… and let me take her away from here… this isn’t where she belongs..
Dana: Take her she was starting to get on my nerves anyway… make sure she never shows me her face again…
Secretly she wanted to torture her more but her crying was too much and it was clear if the prince bled anymore this bitch would scream till the dungeon walls fell down.
As the princess helped the prince up who could barely walk.. they moved towards the staircase suddenly Dana’s voice boomed out…
Dana: Prince Kael aren’t you forgetting something…
The prince told the princess to wait and went to Dana and bowed before her and whispered… “I’m sorry my mistress… I’m sorry she found us… I’ll be back as soon as I drop her off at home and will be back for my punishment.. Oh and please don’t let the guards go yet, especially the big black one” With this he kissed her boots and left with his princess into the dark of the night… only to return again in a few hours…
Physics Teacher: Isaac Newton was sitting under a tree when an apple fell on his head and he discovered gravity. Isn’t that wonderful?
Student: Yes sir, if he had been sitting in class looking at books like us, he wouldn’t have discovered anything.
Two factory workers are talking.
Woman: I can make the boss give me the day off.
Man: And how would you do that?
Woman: “Just wait and see.” She then hangs upside-down from the ceiling.
Boss comes in: What are you doing?
Woman: I’m a light bulb.
Boss: You’ve been working so much that you’ve gone crazy. I think you need to take the day off.
The man starts to follow her and the boss says: Where are you going?
The man says: I’m going home, too. I can’t work in the dark.
A man is talking to God.
The man: God, how long is a million years?
God: To me, it’s about a minute.
The man: God, how much is a million dollars?
God: To me it’s a penny.
The man: God, may I have a penny?
God: Wait a minute.
A little girl came home from school and said to her mother, “Mommy, today in school I was punished for something that I didn’t do.”
The mother exclaimed, “But that’s terrible! I’m going to have a talk with your teacher about this … by the way, what was it that you didn’t do?”
The little girl replied, “My homework.”
The students were lined up in the cafeteria for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: “Take only ONE. God is watching.”
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, “Take all you want. God is watching the apples.”
Teacher: Why are you late, Joseph?
Joseph: Because of a sign down the road.
Teacher: What does a sign have to do with your being late?
Joseph: The sign said, “School Ahead, Go Slow!”
The teacher of the earth science class was lecturing on map reading.
After explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees and minutes the teacher asked, “Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23 degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east longitude…?”
After a confused silence, a voice volunteered, “I guess you’d be eating alone.”
“Isn’t the principal a dummy!” said a boy to a girl.
“Well, do you know who I am?” asked the girl.
“No.” replied the boy.
“I’m the principal’s daughter.” said the girl.
“And do you know who I am?” asked the boy.
“No,” she replied.
“Thank goodness!” said the boy with a sign of relief.
Teacher asked George: how can you prove the earth is round?
George replied: I can’t. Besides, I never said it was.
Teacher: Here is a math problem. If your dad earned $300 dollars a week and he gave your mother half, what should he have?
Student: A heart attack.
Teacher: This essay on your dog is, word for word, the same as your brother’s.
Student: Yes, sir, it is the same dog.
Somewhere I once read that until your child doesn’t tell you they hate you, you are not doing a proper job of parenting. We would never have dreamt of saying such a thing to our parents but there were times I’ve felt it because of the restrictions etc that they put on us…
I love this story and I bet it rings true to a lot of people and especially some parents out there…
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids’ also.
But at least, I wasn’t alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we’d be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less–not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy’s pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was. Continue reading
My day started as normal, did the school run, went to the bank, chatted on the phone to some friends and family. Nothing unusual about me my day.
But somewhere someone’s day was far from normal.
Our Eid passed pleasantly with the usual of cooking food and eating, resting then going out to visit family friends. Due to some family bereavements this was the first time we celebrated Eid in 2 years. It was a nice pleasant Eid.
But somewhere someone’s Eid was far from normal.
I got the call at around 1pm this afternoon which just shook my whole being and for a moment made my heart skip a beat and my brain to stop functioning for a few brief seconds, but it really felt longer.
My dear friend, who I have known since I was in kindergarten, heard on Eid day that her 6 year child has leukaemia. Adam has blood cancer.
I knew he was unwell and she was planning on taking him to the doctors but with the days of Ramadan nearly at an end and the rush to be prepared for Eid we never got the chance to chat again. I called a few times but no answer so just assumed she was at her mother’s.
Adam who I watched being born, I was the first to hold him. When he looked up into my teary eyes he had let out a scream and I said to his exhausted mother he is going to break a lot of hearts.
” Today Adam as the devastating news spread of your illness you broke everyone’s heart, you broke them into a million pieces.
As you are waiting to go into theatre for a serious of tests that must be done urgently, we gathered at a friend’s house this afternoon for prayers, for your well-being and good health. For God to give your family the strength to fight this with you.”
We sat with Adam’s mum’s sister and talked about how things unfolded. His aunt told us that he just suddenly started looking ill and yellowish. He had been coming home with bruises on his arms for a few weeks and they just assumed it was from the kids messing about outside, ( I remember his mum complaining about this and saying how rough the other kids must be with him for him to come home in this state ) little did we know what it really was.
Once they got him to the doctor he was straight away rushed to the children’s hospital on the other side of town. There after a battery of tests the devastating news was given to his mother.
It was Eid day.
Since she took him to the doctors that fateful day, she hasn’t returned home. When she was given the news she was hysterical and has totally fallen apart. She is a mother and he is not her only child. As I sat listening to her sister crying and answering our concerned questions, my mind started to wander. How will she cope? Because having any family member in hospital is difficult enough but with young kids at home too. This affects all of them.
I know, I talk from experience, my cousin had this cancer too. I accidentally let this bit of info slip and everyone’s attention turned to me and the questions started too. What was the treatment? Why bone marrow? Why do they keep getting infections?
Then the question finally came… the one I dreaded from the moment I mentioned my cousin…. How is she now? ” She is absolutely fine” I lied. I mean.. what else was I meant to say… that she died after a 6 year battle? I just couldn’t sit there and say that, not there and not at that time with his aunt in tears. At that moment all everyone needed was a little hope.
Those who knew me well there know I lied and know why I said what I did. One squeezed my knee and another friend mouthed “thank you”. I blinked and the tears fell on my cheeks.
Adam’s mum once said to me
” You were there at his birth and you know him better than anyone. Promise me if anything ever happens to me you will always look out for him and the others.
I promised, thinking she is going mad, but also understood she is having a weak moment of looking into the future and worrying for her children.
Right now all we can do is hope and pray that they all get through this and come out stronger as a family. She has a great support system and everyone is ready to rally round for her and do whatever they can. But deep down I know life will never be the same again for any of us as we silently make ourselves promises of walking this walk with her, every step of the way, because you my dear friend and Adam, you will never walk alone, we are there for you and always will be.
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” “That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.