{{ I had written this for Fiction Friday in January of 2017.

Another year has come and gone, and I feel as though I am stagnating. Hurry up 2020, I want to see some change.}}

TIME (Fiction Friday Entry)

Where does it go? How does it fly? This Time, this elusive, slippery Time, it filters through the fingers, like water.
Wasn’t it just yesterday that I stood at the corner of my street and played with my friends? We had seen rainbows in the puddles of water laced with oil, and had marveled at the kaleidoscope of colors every time we jumped in it.
It was just the other day when we had run through the garden, trying to catch the dragonflies, knowing very well that if we caught one, then the gods of rain would shower us with Monsoons and we would be able to play in the rain.
But look where Time has brought me…oceans away from that childhood euphoria where I thought time would stand still and I would continue my simple games and stories that were spun out from a fancied imagination–
“Did you know, that in a country far from here, it doesn’t rain and instead of rain there is something called snow? And it looks like cotton balls, and is whiter than white?? Or,
did you know that to get to that country you have to sit in a large machine that looks like a bird and you would fly?? Or
you can sleep in the belly of that bird and when you wake up, you will be in a different country where sometimes instead of rain, it snows!”
Innocent and guileless, I had such a clear conscience. I thought I owned that part of the beautiful earth. I thought we would stay young and continue to be the doves and the lambs. But Time drove us out of our innocence. It came like a raging bull, and took away our simple dreams, and showed us the rest of the world; where there was guile and guilt, and ways of the world that shook your beliefs to the core. And with that realization, I buried my head in the lap of this year, and cried for the beauty of this earth, which I fear, will be lost for four years to come.

Why did Time suddenly become so uncaring, and so worldly?

Happy New Year to all of you. I hope this New Year brings Peace, Health, Love and Gladtidings to one and all, and I pray that the war in Syria and Yemen will be over. Please God, enough of the blood-letting of little children.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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10 Responses to TIME

  1. Writing as always is lovely and right on point.
    Yes..enough blood shed.
    Hope you are doing well health wise.
    Much love and hugs

  2. Lyne's View says:

    Happy New Year is how we start. Yes change’s time has come. Peace, Compassion, Love and Light stay on my lips. We shall hold this thought, say this prayer until our time is over. This IS what I can do. Sending love to YOU!

  3. What a wonderful write, SweetZ! and so good to read again as we begin another new year!
    I have the same prayers and wishes that you have shared.
    The world needs to rekindle the compassion, respect, love, care, laughter (ETC) that the peoples of the world need and deserve. And we need to keep living these daily and being an example to others.
    Oh…and I send up continue prayers for your health.
    2019 (((HUGS))) and ❤ 🙂

  4. Zakiah says:

    Love and blessings to you. I hope this year I will be more prolific in my writing, something I have truly missed.
    I am doing well after a little hiccup. Shall write about it now. Thank you for your prayers. You are such a dear dear friend. Love you.

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