We want Sharia law in the UK. How many Muslim brothers support me on this?

You’d have to ask them. Sharia law is not commonly known in the UK. Not many people know what you’re asking of them, especially when we live in a society of set rules that have been established and that we’re used to. If something is wrong now, will it still be wrong in the regime? At first glance, it’s not clear what the differences are. There are things that we should do, things that we shouldn’t do, and things that are of no consequence whether or not we perform them. More knowledge is needed before you can convince people that other ways are better. Prayers can be thoughts, but you could be waiting a long time to eat, and you may have to get up earlier. It would also make eating out very difficult, and not everyone can afford a pilgrimage. Grants would have to be created for this purpose. But I think we can get away with the rest. 

Catering for All

She’s tall and bubbly and speaks very fast. Sometimes it’s like a hamster on caffeine. She’s got curves, but she’s also let herself go in some places and she doesn’t necessarily try to stay in shape. She’s got thick hair but doesn’t do anything with it. Occasionally, she might add a streak of colour or put it up to create a ponytail. She speaks honestly and isn’t afraid to hide her feelings. She dresses conservatively with an occasional earring but isn’t afraid to offer you a cheeky flash. Hygiene isn’t a priority. It’s as if she doesn’t want to mask her sweat. She’s not afraid to be unladylike and use her strength or step in to help others. She cares for those who are the closest to her, and old ties aren’t pursued. It just goes to show that being a mother changes you as you strive to get the best for them.

A Mother Watches On

Is she jealous that she can’t join in? Or is she grateful for the few moments of rest and that someone else is doing the entertaining? Is she making a friendly wave or is she reaching for the lens so as not to be recorded? Am I going to be told off for doing something wrong that hinders child development? Is she raising her hand to defend herself against the strike which resembles a reed? It’s as if a pattern off the wallpaper has come to life. It could be something long on a big stick that’s about to whack her in the face. Or perhaps she’s thrown a ninja star at us in an attempt to stop us from filming. You can tell that it’s not expected. But a tree in the window might have reached a branch in to block it. Either that or it’s thrown a branch through it.

“Whoever loves much, performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”

-Vincent Van Gough. 

It’s ironic that these lovely words came from a man who was well known for his depressive spells and his eccentric gifts to his suitresses. He might have loved much, and his advances might have inspired him to his art, but it didn’t help him succeed until retroflection. But it’s the fact that he loved that counts, regardless of whether or not he was loved back. The perspective of tense is also lost a little towards the end of the quote. In a way, you can hear the pain in his voice. It’s almost as if he’s sitting in the bar and he’s sparking up a conversation after a few shots. He’s realising what he’s saying, and he’s trying to argue it as himself, but takes note of where he’s failed. And of course, a performance can be a number of things.  I’m assuming that the quote was taken from his letters to his family, but I like my version better.

Playmates

 I think she’s learning rather than playing here. She’s got some base knowledge and I want it to be  game that she can learn from rather than destroy her. That grin is a bit mischievous so we don’t really know what she’s thinking. Is she enjoying it and feeling grown-up, or is she finding it too easy. I wonder if she’ll remember how to play and whether she’ll want to play again, or are there too many things to remember. I might have trained a prodigy. We were only doing  sticker books five minutes ago. She’s prepared well for a long game with bananas, and there’s plenty of water to keep her hydrated. There’s a strike here as if someone’s trying to strike the action from the record, or that this subject mustn’t be pursued any further. There must be a spout of bad losers somewhere. At least the TV’s off.

All Tied Up #dreamdiary 216

I’m in the neighbourhood dumping ground. It’s a large pit that backs onto people’s houses that used to be an embankment containing an old railway tunnel. It’s full to the brim with kitchen sinks and shopping trollies, and on this occasion, large boxes wrapped in red tissue paper. They’re about the size of what you’d store a Christmas Tree in, and they’ve even got labels on. I rip one open and stuff a hand inside. I pull out something green and viny. I suddenly realise that it's a trap. Someone has filled the boxes with Japanese knotweed. Within seconds, I feel my wrists tightening. I look down and green veins have started sprouting all around my wrists and a purple pansy appears like a 3-d tattoo. My whole arm is paralysed. I need medical help. The fastest way for me to get help is to pass through a block housing estate to get to a doctor’s surgery. At a footbridge, I’m approached by two youths. One of them stabs me in the left side of my chest with a small blade.

Downfall

My nieces love this game. It’s only a two-player game as well so they sit quietly opposite each other with just a blue plastic wall between them. They each concentrate and watch the other’s move to ensure that there’s no cheating involved. One of them likes to get each counter through as quickly as possible. The other likes to line them all to get them all filled into the last cog at the end. Our set is also an odd one since two sets of the numbers are the same colour. But they’re not bothered by that. We just play the quickest way down rather than having to get each number through every cog since there’s no way to police it. It’s also not the only game on the table. Am I playing two different games at once? Is that why there’s a bald spot on the back of my head?