Bedroom window

“This is where he came in from.”

“How do you know it was a he?”

“Because women don’t fire through their victim’s head.”

“Yeah, right! But it wasn’t “the he” who came in through the window. I did. Was in a rush.”

©2014. Habiba Danyal


Gargleblasted 42 words for Gargleblaster #177. This week’s question is:

What came in through the bedroom window?


Maria and Her.

She knew what effect she had on others. Her walk was mesmerizing enough to make them jump down a dry well without a second thought. She carefully placed one foot in front of the other, measuring her steps; spacing them calculatingly so that the sway of her hips would electrify the air with the slightest charge. They were already looking her way, gaping, drooling and panting; each trying to get a better look.

She enjoyed her looks to the fullest and loved being the center of attention. The world revolved round her, in fact it moved for her. She slowed down a bit to enjoy the sizzle she was creating. If only Maria wouldn’t walk so fast and drag her along. She still managed to lure them into following her. She could infect saints, persuading them for carnal sin. She fluttered her eye lashes a few times and suppressed a laugh when they sighed audibly.

And just when everything was going so perfectly well, a woman accidentally stepped on her tail.

“Woof! Woof! Grrrrrr…”

She jumped towards the woman-bitch who had ruined her evening walk in the park. Maria pulled the leash trying to move her away from the terrified woman.

She barked a couple of times more and growled in a low voice which trailed off as she saw the scandalous looks of the other dogs and bitches. She whimpered innocently, trying to justify her behavior. She, like Maria, was already having trouble merging with the élite dogs of the BigTown.

©2013. Habiba Danyal

For Trifecta Week 69.

1: to contaminate with a disease-producing substance or agent (as bacteria)
2a : to communicate a pathogen or a disease to
b : of a pathogenic organism : to invade (an individual or organ) usually by penetration
c : of a computer virus : to become transmitted and copied to (as a computer)
3a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories>  
b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>


Mirza Saahib and his anticipation.

“What in the name of God are you doing here, Mirza!”

Aadaab Mrs.Ahmed! Figured, your plants needed some water, so here I am at your service, Muhtarma!” Mirza went down into a deep bow and sent the water from the can splashing around the back yard.

“Aaaargh! Who told you to water my cacti in such ample amount Mirza! They don’t need much water. Now kindly go back upstairs before I reconsider my decision about renting the first floor to you.”

“Oh, okay!” Mirza grinned idiotically from ear to ear.

Mirza, MOVE!” She bellowed.

Her eyes followed Mirza all the way up the stairs like a hawk. As the door closed behind him, she let out a sigh of relief. God! He was getting on her nerves. In the last two months, Mirza had come to her aid about a trillion times. Anymore of his services and she might aswell ask him to move in with her!

She cleaned all the mess he had created.

She remembered the time the idiot Mirza had figured that her cat looked ill and had given her some medicine. Only that medicine had turned out to be a laxative! She remembered cleaning cat shit, off every inch of her floor. And the time when he had figured that her car needed a wash. She had woken up to find her car porch, flooded with water and soap and later some parts of her car that had been scrubbed clean off it.

She decided to take a bath. On an impulse, she opened her drawer to check on the money she had withdrawn from the bank the other day.

She didn’t know what happened next. She woke up to find Mirza infront of her and a couple of police officers roaming about in her house. Looked like she had fainted! They had asked her if she had any suspicions.

“Don’t worry Muhtarma! They weren’t able to steal a paisa! I had already removed the money from your drawer. Had an anticipation after the burglary in the neighborhood,” Mirza said with a conspiratorial wink.

She stood up and moved to the Officer in a robotic manner. She said something to him. The Officer hand-cuffed Mirza. With malice etched on her face she said, “TO HELL WITH YOUR ANTICIPATION!”

©2012. Habiba Danyal

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Muhtarma= madam

Aadaab= a greeting

For Trifecta Week 55, my childish attempt at humor. This week’s word is:

a : a prior action that takes into account or forestalls a later action

b : the act of looking forward; especially : pleasurable expectation

: the use of money before it is available
a : visualization of a future event or state


b : an object or form that anticipates a later type

: the early sounding of one or more tones of a succeeding chord to form a temporary dissonance — compare suspension

The Librarian.

Ali gave himself a last look in the mirror before picking up the pile of books resting on his table. “Mom! Going to the library,” he shouted, skipping the stairs in two’s and three’s.

“Library again? Oh….Ohkay. Be careful, love.”

I wonder what that boy does with all those books. I have never seen him reading.

As he entered the library he saw her. She was arranging some books in a shelf. Dressed in black today, she looked ravishing. As she turned around to stack some books, she acknowledged his presence with a smile.

Ah! That deadly smile. Man! She can kill a dozen guys in one go.

“Read them already, have you?” She ruffled his hair as she moved around him to reach her desk. Ali noticed the bangles on her creamy hands. Her nails were painted scarlet today. Not talon-like nails, but trimmed just to the right size!

She waved her hands to gain his attention. “Hey! Where did you go? Off to Narnia?”

“Puhleez! I am too old for Narnia.”

She chuckled. She knew he was a bit touchy about his age. And the kind of books he read!

Just then darkness engulfed them. “Oh damn! They are cutting off the power supply for 3 hours now. Let me light the candlesticks.”

“Need any assistance there, Madam?”

Both of them looked up to see a handsome man, walk in and up to her. Even in the faint light of the only candlestick she had managed to burn, Ali saw her blush.

Oh shit!!!

©2012.Habiba Danyal
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For Write On Edge’s Red Writing Hood Prompt – Clue.

In honor of the classic Hasbro game and the unforgettable performance of Tim Curry as Wadsworth the Butler, your flash fiction or creative non-fiction piece this week should include the words “candlestick”, “scarlet”, and “library”. The words can be in any context you wish, and you have 250 words (247 of which you can choose yourself).

One Red Rose…

Knelt down;

pulled out a red-rose;

expression of his puppy-love.

Snatched and tossed;

and out through the window;

whattay haughty dame, by jove!

For the passerby,

A sign;

Of luck from heaven above!

©2012.Habiba Danyal

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For Trifextra: Week 28th.The challenge as they put it:

On to Trifextra, where this weekend we’re borrowing from the musical world.  Noted blues musician, Lead Belly, was quoted in Three Uses of the Knife by David Mamet as saying:

You take a knife, you use it to cut the bread, so you’ll have strength to work; you use it to shave, so you’ll look nice for your lover; on discovering her with another, you use it to cut out her lying heart.

 Give us 33 words (exactly) that tell us three different uses for one object.    Tell us a story, like Lead Belly did, if you can. It won’t be easy, but you guys are far beyond needing easy prompts.

5 Ways To Kill A Man- With apologies to Edwin Brock.

There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.

You can make him watch cartoon,

be it dragon-ball z or samurai jack.

To do this properly you require a bunch of kids, irksome,

some gooey candies, a sofa with broken springs

and parents who’ve left for a ball.


Or you can take a movie,

starring Jim Carrey, be it any genre

and make him watch it five days in a row.

But for this you need a belt,

a 300 watts bulb, a hard chair,

ice-cold water and some tooth picks

to keep his lids from drooping.


Dispensing with music lovers, you may,

make him hear Justin Bieber, but for this

you need ear plugs for yourself, an amplifier,

not to mention, a room with no mirrors

and a sound system to blow his brains out.

The Biebs will do the rest.


In an age of Harry Potter, you may lock him

in a room with the twilight series. All you then

require is wait, for the sparkly vampire

to suck his blood, or fall in love with him.

Or let the description of Edward’s beauty

drive him into a state of complex,

so much so that he kills himself.


These are, as I began, cumbersome ways to kill a man.

Simpler, direct, and much more neat is to see

that he is studying in a medical college,

the books will weigh him down.

©2012. Habiba Danyal

You can find the original poem here.

5 people I envy…

There is no harm in admitting that all of us have harboured animosity, envy and nurtured other such negative feelings for people at some point in life. We are humans – and hence it is natural! Vice, malice and envy are however like termites that feed on your inner soul leaving you hollow from within. The quicker we abate them the better for us!

But still, there are people of whom I cannot help being envious of – at the top of the list:

1. Bus-sleepers:

The specie I envy the MOST! No matter how bumpy the ride is or how crowded the bus – They just don’t care! They snore with their mouths agape, tongue lolling out sometimes and even their head sways as the bus moves! Occasionally, they would jerk awake, shoo a fly and then go back to sleep, their jaw hanging open, giving free access to the fly again!

Sometimes when I am very tired, I stand there looking at them and wish “only if the fly would really enter their mouth and tickle their pharynx” or “only if they fall off their seats!” – the chances being fat though, because there is hardly enough space to stand! The bus is always so damn crowded.

2. Lucky-dice-rollers:

I suck at all board games that involve a dice – the reason being that I am never able to roll the correct numbers! While playing Monopoly, I am always the one who lands in jail, has to pay income tax, the drunken charge, owns the Old Kent Road and the first one to go bankrupt! All thanks to the lousy numbers I roll!

Now, what is a person supposed to do in such circumstances? The answer is simple – CHEAT! Sneak a couple of bills from the bank, run away from sold property without paying the rent before the owner realizes that you were on it and say that your community chest card read “Bank error in your favour collect £200” when it actually says “Pay hospital £100”!

3. Queue-escapees:

We all hate standing-in-the queue-jobs! People who stand and wait for their turns and people who sneakily work their way to the front, all alike. However I envy the people who are able to avoid queues either by reaching early or at an optimal time when there isn’t a huge crowd! Admire their timing, I do.

4. Children – all sorts and sizes:

Oh the little prats do have an advantage over us and they do know how to take it as well! They can lick their ice creams all the way – till the very end! They can sleep in any position they like, don’t have to worry a pint about their appearance or conduct, can sink their teeth into a water-melon and usually get away with loads of things as blogger Tayyaba Adnan rightly says! ( Stuff Kids Get Away With)

Huh! The number of things we like to do in life but refrain from doing only because we fret over what people might say or they may not be right or appropriate. All the simple childish things, moments that present to us but we are too afraid or slow to reach out and grab them! What the hey! Life is better the simpler way!

5. People who have less – but are happier!

Desiring more and better than we have is certainly not a crime! On the contrary it is healthy to be competitive and ambitious but we must know where to draw the lines! There are moments when our desires unconsciously change into complains, when we whine for more rather than ask for it, when we in the process of aiming for the skies, forget to look down and fathom how far we have come….appreciate our progress and be thankful for it, when we let greed take over us and it only impedes our speed!

I am envious of the people who are above such feelings, who have far less than me and are far far happier than I am!

I envy their peace, their contentment, their smile, their happiness…

And above all I envy their optimism.

©2012. Habiba Danyal