In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Play Lexicographer.”
This is an ode to Youngest
who of late has been gryhun
and is not dyslexic
he reverses every syllable
dismantles and disables
for me to rewire
a word topsy-turvy resembled
Love, Your mmyMo
Some years ago, when NOS was engaged in hafiz classes, and was berating me for the absence of fluency in my own reading, I asked whether there was an equivalent to Ladybird Key Words books and was told no. Last year, or maybe the year before that, when I was in tajweed learning mode, I saw and purchased the above from SoundVision . There it sat, atop my concrete room divider, until my friend (and tajweed learning partner) came over and I held it aloft to show her. “Oh, for me?” “Uh…no.” some time later I caved and passed it along unopened. So, I bought myself another, and this time, it sat in the bookcase reserved for Islamic literature. Today, I opened it. So I share. It comprises 92 ‘key’ words, one Arabic word per side of 46 flash cards. My intent is to pin them on the whiteboard to start the process. Will let you know how it goes. Hmmm, I have inserted links to Ladybird and SoundVision but they are invisible on the post………
The instructions are below:
Errol Barrow Day – a public holiday in Bim. For the past 9 years, the Nurse family has hosted the Lawson Nurse Memorial Scrabble tournament, and for some of us, it’s become the only time each year that we play Scrabble face to face with human beings.
This year I attended reluctantly, Scrabble, believe it or not, takes physical stamina, and Chick V virus tends to drain that. My aim was to play 3 rounds and leave – our typical tournament runs 6 rounds so that we could be there all day, not my goal this year. But the road to victory is sometimes quirky.
I won the 3 rounds I played before lunch. Did that pose a dilemma? Should I leave on a winning note?
I stayed and played. And readied to leave. To be reminded that my game board was still in play (by other competitors). So I waited some more.
And lo and behold –
Highest game score ironically against the second highest scorer who complained bitterly without realising that my high score was made against him.
So message to NOS was to make space – he has been conducting this one way competition against me to see who has the greater number of trophies.
Now, what does this have to do with being a deenbuddy? I asked myself that exact question. And pondered. Too often, persons seek to dissect (or multisect) Islam into secular and religious. But Islam is a way of life and all aspects of our life can be the worship of Allah swt. There are some who seek to decry the significance or indeed, even the usefulness of leisure activity within our lives, but levity and leisure are I think, essential to physical, mental, and spiritual health.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”
So, in my quest to be more involved this year, I dressed on Sunday morning and accompanied BH and Youngest to what was purported to be a tournament (of which they had notice the day prior). Off we went, Youngest in football gear, and BH and I in softwear (otherwise known as non-brand name sneakers – well, ok, mine maybe, BH’s probably was gear), to NSC’s home ground surrounded by the Ivy (not the plant but reputedly poisonous nevertheless).
There it lay in all of its uncovered sunburnt glory on one of those anomalous morns – where in our tropical zone, the sun burnt and the breeze froze. With tots to pre-teens shucking their upper covers and donning colours bearing the banner ‘Grassroots’.
Out they marched to FIFA’s anthem, to stand afield while their national anthem’s music played (alas, who sings the lyrics anymore, save me?),and then be divided into groups to participate in 5 drills, each drill followed by a mini-game. FIFA’s Fair Play stratagem to be instilled. Duration – approximately 2 hours.