If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
~Stephen Levine
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
~Stephen Levine
Don’t smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.
~Leo Buscaglia
noun
ca·fi·la \ ˈkafələ , ˈkä- \
1. A caravan of travelers; a military supply train or government caravan; a string of pack horses.
They were large animals — nearly of the shape and size of small horses — and travelling in single file; as they were, the troop at a distance presented something of the appearance of a “cafila,” or caravan.
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Thereupon mounting on the camel, he proceeded along with the cafila.
The Turkish Jester or, The Pleasantries of Cogia Nasr Eddin Effendi
This is a case much dwelt on by the old travellers, and which throws a gloom over the spirits of all Bedouins, and of every cafila or caravan. Narrative and Miscellaneous Papers
The word ‘cafila’ comes from an Arabic word meaning ‘caravan’.
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary
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Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait for the answer. ~Author Unknown
Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
~William Arthur Ward
If you like writing challenges, Sunday Photo Fiction is a great one!
Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in 200 words or less. Careful editing will keep your words within the confines of the 200 word limit. The photo doesn’t have to be centre stage, there have been times when I have had to read the story a few times to spot where the prompt is hidden. Please include a mention and / or link to whoever donated the photo.
The challenge makes you look at replacing two words with one, and a little jiggery pokery. A few words over is sometimes necessary when there is no way of shrinking it without losing an integral part of the story. Using a program like Microsoft Word or Open Office have a word counter so you can see how…
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To truly know someone is to know the silence that stands for the thing they never speak of.
~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
“Did you know praying mantises used to be worshiper as Gods?”
“God of bugs?”
“The harvest.”
“Harvest? Don’t they eat the harvest or something?”
He shook his head. “That’s grasshoppers. They eat insects.”
“Others insects?”
“And each other.”
“So why did they worship them as Gods?”
“Because, see it’s front arms. It looks like it is praying.”
“Well, sort of.”
“It does.”
They were silent for a few moments, watching the insect on the wall; filled with the wonder of life all around them, thick with the scent of fresh-cut hay and horses.
The shadow of their father fell over them, hands folded in prayer.
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