Recently I was searching for one of my unpublished columns in my flash drive, I found this document that I wrote as two assignments when I was a graduate student of Creative Writing course that I was I started in Kennesaw State University (KSU) of Georgia more than ten years ago. This class was from 6:00 pm – 9:00 pm, twice a week. I was working as a full time Assistant Professor in University of Georgia which is in Dahlonega, about 20 miles from my house in Dawsonville and KSU was about 40 miles from my house, but due to heavy traffic it used to take about an hour each way. To make the story short, I could only complete four out of twelve course due to job and family commitments.
This document that had two very short stories were written for two assignments for that course. I think it is suitable for a post on my blog, and I would appreciate any comment from any of my followers or any new reader.
Assignment 1
I don’t know how I have been able to keep this white handkerchief with me from over forty years, although I have traveled so much, from country to country and from house to house. You might wonder why this white handkerchief that now looks like a worn out piece of cloth. Yes, that is really very dear to me, as it was made by hand by my maternal grandmother at the age of eighty-two and given to me on my16th birthday, more than forty four years ago. This handkerchief was a perfect square, although all she had to measure was her hand and fingers and never been to any school. She could stitch with or without sewing machine and until her last day could put thread in a needle without any glasses. Whenever I am sad or feel lonely I open my gift box that has one gift –this hand kerchief and touch that handkerchief. Every times I do that, every time I can feel the same love and glow in her eyes whenever I went to see her in her room. She told me to love and respect all and be happy with what Allah gives you.
Assignment 2
It was a weekend and we were having our brunch. My daughter who came from Switzerland with her three year old son—Rayyan and seven year old daughter–Javaria was enjoying the hot brunch. She asked me, “Dad, do you have any plans for today?”
“No, not really, except mow the yard for an hour”, I replied.
“Let’s go to the park, grandpa”, shouted Rayyan, “I want to take my BuzlightYear with me.”
“Can I take my Barbie with me?”, asked Javaria.
“But both of you have to take shower first, and promise not to fight in the Van”, my daughter told the kids.
“We will not fight, we promise”, both the kids shouted at the same time.
So by the time I finished cutting the grass the kids had finished taking shower, so I took the family to the Dawson County Park. The kids kept their promise in the van and we all had lots of fun.
On our way back, my wife said, “As the kids behaved today, so let us have some ice cream.”
“I want chocolate”, shouted Rayyan.
“I want strawberry”, said Javaria.
So we stopped at Dairy Queen and enjoyed the ice cream.
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