I had a dream 13 years ago of a beautiful home near a lake, surrounded by trees, birds flowers and far from the maddening crowds. I prayed about it for sometime and let it rest on my faith. Today, since we are here again let me take you on a guided tour of our future neighborhood.
The organization which my husband works for allotted (we cannot choose, it is drawn by lots) us a piece of land in a gated community which they had planned and designed for their employees. When I went to see our parcel of land there for the first time I was welcomed by rows of gorgeous looking trees known as the Bauhinia Variegata or orchid tree. The blooms are mildly fragrant, pretty, pink and positively picturesque.
I currently live in a big city once known as the garden city, it used to be beautiful, quiet, with a pleasant climate. Now, it has grown beyond recognition there are buildings everywhere, it is so crowded and noisy. I have been waiting to run away from this city to our piece of heaven which lies 40kms away from where we live.
After a decade we've decided to build our future home here. This would be our simple, little retirement home. When I saw this place for the first time these pretty flowers were in bloom right in front of our property. These stunning flowers are aptly named the peacock flowers. I was thrilled, it seemed like a dream come true.
Our home will be at the very edge of this gated community, which I believe would gives us solicitude and peace we have always dreamed of. As we had to sign up some papers with the community so we drove over to the site this morning. I remember how astonished I was when my husband took me there for the first time. There was this huge trees with wild figs right in front of our land. This meant that there were birds of all kinds just for our viewing.
As we walked the neighborhood I found these tiny bird houses everywhere. Aren't these so pretty and rugged? Right now there are no birds living here
The candle stick bush or Senna alata is very common here. It grows wildly all around adding to the beauty and the simple charm of this amazing neighborhood. When they are in bloom you would see your world light up in yellow flames.
The Bauhinia Variegata or the orchid tree comes in three colors a deep pink, a lighter shade of pink and white. Here there are a hundreds of pink trees but not so many whites.
I have often feared to dream because dreams come true. Just take a look at what we have right in front of our land across the road - a small lake. I remember falling on my knees in complete awe the first time I saw this lake. Everything is according to my specification, God is so good. He is so amazingly good that he sometimes astonishes me with his splendid gifts.
These were the sights on the way to our land. Every time I go there I am enchanted by the beauty of the place. Rolling grassy knolls on one side and pure bliss on the other. Hubs and I walked all around this neighborhood which still has this old world charm and everyone greets you with a smile and welcomes you to their home.
This is my submission for the #wednesdaywalk challenge. Thank you @tattoodjay and @dreemport for all the encouragement you give us.
This isn't the denouement, Its just the beginning of another story in another place. Even as you smile harken unto to their cry.
The Tale of Afghanistan
Yet when I dream of a sweet home today
A million others have no place to stay,
Forced out of their land,
With weapons in hand,
Gun touting terrorists of yore,
Have come back for more!
Of refuge and safety alone they dream,
Their wailing voices subdued by their children's scream,
Fleeing from the monsters,
Who've come to rule their country,
Their eyes dimmed with fear,
Filled with hopelessness and tears,
Gun shots they hear,
As loved ones they steer,
To imagined safety!
Do they have a choice?
These people without a voice,
Blankly the World looks on,
As if its a movie,
Two hours later the pain would be gone,
We could wipe our eyes,
And move on with a sigh,
Believing that the mess would resolve itself,
Like a simple magic spell!
To stay is death,
To flee is life,
I hope that was true,
Either way there is nothing to rue,
Is their life is worth anything?
Who cares about Afghans?
They are just a number,
Nothing important to remember.
This would become history in time,
When we would shed another tear,
And probably say a prayer
For the souls lost,
In the year past!!
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