Yet So Powerful!

“It's gonna rain!” I muttered to myself looking at the dark black clouds as I walked in my back garden to pick my dried washing off the washing line. Tip …a drop of rain falls on my forehead. I rush back inside with my washing that I almost snatched off the washing line before the rain make it soaked again. Ah another week of wellies, raincoat and soaking Manchester.

Its the year when boys are to be slain and Aaron`s (pbuh) mother gives birth to her second son Moses. She is nursing him furtively and finally its time to make Nile the carer of her piece of heart. River... Water…, simple water taking care of the messenger of God, the one who will save the deprived people from Pharaoh the oppressive, ruthless, and arbitrary king of Egypt.

The cloths are completely dry. I fold them away and arrange them neatly in drawers one by one. I am free for a while and back in my living room to watch TV. My sight deflects out side through the window where the Rain is falling more steadily now. Wind is blustering the rain on my windows, creating such a rhythm.

Moses has a task to liberate the Israelites out of Egypt. However, before Moses can undertake this task, he needs to save them from Pharaoh's army. Moses reaches the bank of river Nile and the water splits up by the command of God and gives way to him and all his followers. Pharaoh and his army drowns as the waves unite back right when he is in the middle of the mighty river chasing Moses and his people. Millions and millions are saved from a cruel restraint simply by the power of water.

Oh I forgot to put the under shade plants out in the rain. Rainwater is always so good for them. I deliberately let the rain fall on me, it’s so sensational when I feel the sky approaching to me itself whilst me myself cant touch the sky. I come back inside and flicking through the channels again, “Live8 recording”. hmmm I missed Pink Floyd. Let’s watch it.

It is the poorest continent of the world. A mother moves her baby away from her dried breast, he has been trying to suck it in a hope that his next suck might bring some wetness in his mouth. She leaves him on a sheet of tattered cloth to save him from the heat of the parched earth and gathers all her energy to stand on her two feeble feet. All she needs is a drop of water to make her child’s mouth wet. She looks far across the land that is all desiccated earth and nothing else. She has to walk no less then 3 miles to fetch a day’s supply of water. So unsure…she gathers her energy to leave behind and walk away form her child who is still alive. So unsure but have to take the risk, in a hope that she will find her son still waiting on her, return.

It’s so tedious and there can be nothing more relaxing then a nice and warm bath. I go and stick the plug in my bathtub to fill it with water. Its so calm when the loud siren of a fire brigade engine pierce through my ears. Must be some house on fire due to some daft negligence. I hope it’s not much of a fire and can be put off easily. Isn’t its strange the way water can adjourn the effect of fire; now it’s a fire in some building or a blaze in heart that ya weep out in tears. Strange inst it?

As many as be here of pander's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here be made:
It should be now, but that my fear is this,
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:
Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases,
And at that time bequeathe you my diseases.
(Troilus and Cressida. Act 5, scene 10, William Shakespeare,)

Oops, I just remembered; I had to change water of the fish tank. It gets filthy every two days. Maryam gets so annoyed when she cannot see the fishes clearly.