I smile in amusement as I write this little post. If not that Easter eggs are popping up every where, my thought would have been that Linda has bionic powers to see into my kitchen.
I just finished breakfast of partially burnt scrambled eggs offered by my daughter. We are learning to cook and I guess burning is part of the practice 🙂
I humbly ate the eggs with a thankful heart. Soon enough she will get the hang of it with practice.
I think fleetingly back to my growing up years and learning how to cook in my mother’s kitchen. Only God knows how many burnt pots of rice, yam, beans, soup, I had to go through before getting into it.
Eggs were treats back then, eaten mostly on Saturday and Sundays because we had to wait for our local, home bred chickens to lay enough of them and on some days during the week, they were stingy or lazy with the laying of the eggs.
It’s not like now, where trays and trays of different types of eggs are on display for customers to choose as many crates as they wish.
Back then, it used to be a delight to go to the chicken coop at the back and find a warm, just laid egg.
Occasionally we were blessed with seeing a little chick hatch from eggs that my grandma set aside.
How she knew the ones that would hatch is something that I never understood.
On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
Iranian Hospital Dubai
Part of the Hospital
Part of the Hospital
Part of the Hospital
I like the gate
One of the waiting areas
Schedule screen
Some hospital staff in the ladies area
Pharmacy waiting area
Ladies waiting area
Cafe
Cafe
The mosque opposite
Gold fish in a bowl on sale
Gold fish on display at cafe
The Dome
Birthday dinner at The Dome
A better part of my last week until this Tuesday was spent between the Iranian Hospital and having a little birthday dinner.
The pictures above are some parts of The Iranian Hospital Dubai. An International hospital affiliated to the Iranian Red Crescent/Red Cross. It’s among the top five relief  agencies in the World.
No one likes going to the hospital, not for fun and spending time in a dinghy one would only make it worse.
The Iranian Hospital’s service was very professional, polite, prompt and I found no reason whatsoever to grumble throughout the days they attended to us. I was impressed.
You even have a schedule screen that tells you what’s going on and when you will be attended to. The cafe had hot meals all through and even several bowls of pretty species of goldfish to admire or to buy.
My daughter wanted one, I wouldn’t have minded several goldfish, but we don’t have a brilliant goldfish handling history.
The place runs smoothly at all times *even by 3 a.m. It’s like a well oiled machinery and they made a panicky mothers heart much calmer. Somehow, we managed to find time to hang out a bit at The Dome for dinner and eat lots of birthday cake.
Last Week Echoes gave us some peeks of different neighbourhoods, hop on let’s go see and do show some of yours 🙂
Hot brews of coffee in all sizes and even as blings. Seattle is the place to go for rich, decadent brews. Just drive thru for a look see.
Write them all more echoes of other parts of Dubai from a neighbour. It’s truly an amazing World how we connect online.
Sicily lovely sights and echoes of Sicily. I would like to visit this Italian city some day.
Giggles & Tales Well I never knew this. Fish feet spa where they fish get to feed on the cuticles of your feet. I already feel ticklish at the thought.
This and That with Sarah while she tinkers with her laptop.
Thoughts and entanglements Fabulous and interesting pictures from Brooklyn. I like those spangled underwear 😉
Sometimes, nature forces us to slow down due to certain challenges that it throws our way and we are literally left in the waiting room.
While in the waiting room, it shouldn’t be seen as a drawback, but as an opportunity to decompress, to keep our eyes gazing up at the stars and yet our feet planted firmly in the present.
That would be a good time to have a bird-eye review, regroup and relaunch of that which you are projecting on.
If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you write.
– Somerset Maugham
It is perfectly okay to write garbage—as long as you edit brilliantly.
– C. J. Cherryh
The above quotes repeats in my head when I think of my writing and encourages me to trudge along.
Someone once asked me how I decided that I am writer and my simple response that I have lots of stories to tell which left a blank look on her face made me feel as if I spoke Greek. Now and again, her blank face surfaces in my memory and I begin to question myself.
When I am struggling to put down the riotous thoughts in my head into a readable format, the question rises again and sometimes, a tiny voice of doubt tells me, ‘YOU ARE A FRAUD!’ WRITER YOU ARE NOT!
I have learnt to slap and shut the impish voice down, to go ahead and scribble my nonsense and leave it at that.
Well, seeing such quotes from established authors does tickle my fancy bone, and I have come to realize that there is no perfect writer. We  just write that which needs to be written and leave it at that.
When all we do is to talk and we don’t do, it then becomes Cock and Bull story.
Our reflections and introspection must try to match our conducts for any meaningful change to occur and this applies to every aspect of our lives that requires change and growth.
Some might say ‘oh yes, it’s in the plan, tomorrow I will do it,’ yet five years down the line, their tomorrow is still waiting to arrive.
The future belongs to all those who embrace constant growth transformation and exploring its directions.
Your future does not know waiting because the future is right now as we  speak.
A simple example of how difficult it is to keep our mind focused, is my last week spilling into this week, which has been one roller-coaster of health, stress and all sorts of challenges that I don’t want to inundate you with.
I found negative thoughts and horrendous words creeping into my mind and trying to take an upper hand.
It’s that part of human nature that dislikes discomfort that tries to lash out and grumble or muck about with so much negativity.
Remember the Israelite’s and their journey in the wilderness? A classic example of how grumbling can delay our blessings, that’s if we get it at all again.
I have found that negativity takes root faster than positive thoughts, as such, we must have to consciously pull ourselves out of the funky way of thinking into the way we ought to think.
Even if it’s difficult, occupy yourself with routine and the repetitive mantras from your box of positive thinking.
At some point in time every one fails in one thing or the other that they strive to achieve. It only becomes failure when we refuse to rise up from the debunked attend and forge ahead.
The worst disservice that you can do to yourself, is to muck about and wallow in that sense of defeat hanging like the Sword of Damocles over your head.
It will take you to the cleaners, squeeze you for all it’s worth, leave you dirty, down and out.
I tried to say the quote in a humourous way, but I am sure you get the message. If you give him an inch, he will take a whole yard.
On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
In the air-conditioned bus stop shelter
Rushing to the train
Watching feet on train
Buying men stuff for dear Himself. He’s not fond of shopping.
Statue of ancient astrologers
A lounging Goddess
Depiction of ancient Egyptian art at Wafi
Inside Oud Metha
A lazy evening of eating Shawarma. No kitchen duty tonight 🙂
The gleam of the glinting Lamborghini had me looking for my glasses.
Artifact store
Nosing about in an artifact shop.
Sorting out my phone at Du
Some part of Bur
The pictures above are taken from here and there. During the course of a week, I take pictures as I go along sorting each day’s issues.
When I am going out by myself, I prefer to leave the ease of driving myself and opt to take a train, bus or taxi depending on. The first two are my first options.
In a good number of areas, the bus stops have a pair of shelter, one for women and children and a separate one for menfolk. Due to the heat which can be unbelievable at times, they are air-conditioned and well maintained.
If you want to get to know a city, to meander free and get to know it’s people, get a map and use public transport.
It free’s your eyes to stare, snap and interact.
When I drive, half of the time, my eyes are glued to the GPS screen trying not to miss a vital turn.
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a cooking pot and twisted tales 