salam,
Have a sunlit morning, as we say in Arabic.
I can tell you an orange is orange and round, with tiny pinpricks all over it. You could do the same. But if I saw an orange orchard I wouldn't know how to describe it. Probably not. Actually if I did you would probably not know how to imagine it.
So here's an Exercise: You have to describe this photo, like you were standing there ( or walking, it doesn't really make much difference ). ( Of course you might have been jogging actually ).
I'll go first inshAllah.
AND DON'T OPEN COMMENTS UNTIL YOU'VE THOUGHT OF HOW THIS LOOKS LIKE.
Have a sunlit morning, as we say in Arabic.
I can tell you an orange is orange and round, with tiny pinpricks all over it. You could do the same. But if I saw an orange orchard I wouldn't know how to describe it. Probably not. Actually if I did you would probably not know how to imagine it.
So here's an Exercise: You have to describe this photo, like you were standing there ( or walking, it doesn't really make much difference ). ( Of course you might have been jogging actually ).
I'll go first inshAllah.
AND DON'T OPEN COMMENTS UNTIL YOU'VE THOUGHT OF HOW THIS LOOKS LIKE.
The un-laned road was long, wide and shined silver in the hot morning sun. On the right were sand and rocks along the side and then a wide new pavement and then natural heaped rocky terrain.
ReplyDeleteThere were street-lights in the shallow rocky central-reservation: bare metal T's past the villas on my left and the cars glinting in the sun outside, and the flats some way down and still standing in the dusty air far away. And everything was hot in the sun.
I found my self in a semi-paved road, dashing with all my might to reach the end of my half-hour exercise. The sun is above my head, firing beams of warmth and comfort upon my barren shoulders. I looked closer at the path I had chosen for my exercise, pondering on the simplicity of it. Divided equally by the centre pavememnt, cars dotted both sides of road. As I tread, I looked at my right to realize hills of gravel zooming by my sight followed by chunks of unused bricks left after serving no useful purpose of construction. I turned my sight from right to left, past the reflecting surface of the road to the villa that spotted the other side of the road. Dazzling designs and contrasting colors seemed to make the road suddenly more beautiful. I took a deep breath of air, and as a rush of wind ruffled my hair, I smiled at myself and continued down the empty road.
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ReplyDeleteVery funny bonks. Very Funny.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your prompt and enthusiastic participation.
ReplyDeleteI guess I should introduce a character in my description Ahmed? it's not so dry anymore. Thanks.
Muhammad, I have already dealt with you in an appropriate manner in real life.
Jee, yours is lovely, very descriptive and dreamy. But when I describe something I like to remind myself that I'm still here.
ReplyDeleteIt's in the genes A7mad, in the genes.
ReplyDeleteVery funny Isa.
Ditto ash.
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