Here's a game to test your writing abilities, hopefully we can learn to be more eloquent in our writing!
Simple rules, a few pictures will be posted (no humans/faces) and you must select one of the picture as an inspiration to write a paragraph or two (don't go crazy) about anything you like, but it must connect with something in the picture...the point is to draw in the audience and see what we can come up with using the same pics. Anyone who wants to join in has to give reps (not just likes) to the posts they like the most so that there's an incentive to participate and participants can give it to their all (reps from me as well inshallah). Make sure to clarify which picture you selected in your post. I will change the pictures regularly. If anyone wants to submit a pic as a suggestion, send it to me through PM and I'll take it into consideration.
Here's an example of what I mean
It was one of the coldest days of the year for two reasons. The first was that, well, it really was cold, but the second reason was because this was the first day of her first heart-break, and to her, that made the world seem colder than it ever was. She went to the park and checked the wooden bench which clearly looked damp from the melted snow. Lucky for her, it was dry to the touch and was in perfect view of the sun which was about to set at any moment. It was the perfect time of day—the time between late afternoon and early evening, when most people are rushing to get home from work, families are finishing their supper, and the next shift at the workplace was to begin, but she was away from the hustle and bustle of the town and nothing mattered except the glisten of the sun on the partially melted snow.
GET IT?
ok so here's the pics, choose one:
A)
B)
C)
----Added the images here in OP to make it easier to follow-------
D)
E)
F)
g)
h)
i)
j)
k)
L)
M)
N)
O)
P)
Q)
R)
S)
T)
U)
V)
W)
Last edited by *charisma*; 06-14-2016 at 08:11 PM.
The bench was hard and cold, and it groaned in pain as I sat down, as if the weight of the sorrow heavy on my soul was too much for it to bear. I stared at the featureless landscape, covered in a blanket of white snow, the gnarled trees pointing accusing fingers at the grey sky. And in my mind's eye, I could see two sets of footprints leading away from me, slowly parting ways. And I wished how those footsteps had not parted, how those bitter misunderstandings had not created such a huge ravine, now I would not be here, eyes stinging with guilt.
As I sat there, snow drifted from the sky, hiding the earth and its secrets and scars. As I got up and walked away, the snowflakes already burying my footprints and all memories of me being there, I thought to myself how long would it take for time to bury the footprints of pain embedded deep onto my heart....
Not long at all, i thought it was just perfect! I only mentioned length cuz I don't want people writing novels because it will take too much time to read and can get boring really quickly.
The members here write such eloquent posts ma'sha'Allah. I'm sure even if you don't usually write you'd be surprised at how easy it is to express yourself in words once you channel your thoughts especially with the pics sis Charisma has provided.
it was the hottest day of the year during ramadan, with the temperatures scorching beyond anything recorded in history, she covered completely for the sake of Allah head to toe, with not an inch of flesh ever to be seen, the day was long carrying out her daily duties, with no breeze to be felt or little give in the weather, she had no choice but to step outside and complete her tasks, she made it back in time before magrib and was exhausted from the heat, she made dua to Allah to give her strength to cover for his sake to bare the scorching temperature with patience, some time had passed and she heard thunder clouds rumble and the sudden tumble of the rain she had been longing for all day, she stepped out into the garden looked up at the stars in the sky and rolled her sleeves up, catching the rain in her hands splashing her face with the beautiful mercy that Allah had provided, she was so overjoyed tears began falling from her eyes, which the rain wiped away she decided to stand in the rain and praise Allah for answering her duas with such a lovely warm temperature to bare the rain which gushed forth, down from he sky.
Narrated Jubair ibn Mut’im: The Messenger of Allah (S.A.W), said: "He is not one us who calls for `Asabiyah, (nationalism/tribalism) or who fights for `Asabiyah or who dies for `Asabiyah." [Sunan Abu Dawud (Vol. 2, pg. 753) No. 5121]
but how do you give reputation points or even get rep power, and what is it for (i just realised this lol it doesn't show up on tap talk )
Narrated Jubair ibn Mut’im: The Messenger of Allah (S.A.W), said: "He is not one us who calls for `Asabiyah, (nationalism/tribalism) or who fights for `Asabiyah or who dies for `Asabiyah." [Sunan Abu Dawud (Vol. 2, pg. 753) No. 5121]
The members here write such eloquent posts ma'sha'Allah. I'm sure even if you don't usually write you'd be surprised at how easy it is to express yourself in words once you channel your thoughts especially with the pics sis Charisma has provided.
And surely it´s much easier if your own language is English... If not, it might be harder.
but how do you give reputation points or even get rep power, and what is it for (i just realised this lol it doesn't show up on tap talk )
I don't know about tap talk but in the bottom left-hand corner of everyone's posts there's a star icon (for positive reps) and a triangle/caution sign icon(for negative reps)..you click on those to give reps. You get reps for your activity on the forum in general, but anyone else can add to your reputation. It's basically feedback on how you're doing on the forum. You can read more about it here to get the gist of it..but this is a little outdated..http://www.islamicboard.com/faq.php?...utation_system
And surely it´s much easier if your own language is English... If not, it might be harder.
Don't feel discouraged sis, I'd love to read something you wrote. I think your English is great, and trust me, even those who have grown up speaking and writing in English do not have great English skills. give it a try if you're inspired IF anything, it's great practice!
I don't know about tap talk but in the bottom left-hand corner of everyone's posts there's a star icon (for positive reps) and a triangle/caution sign icon(for negative reps)..you click on those to give reps. You get reps for your activity on the forum in general, but anyone else can add to your reputation. It's basically feedback on how you're doing on the forum. You can read more about it here to get the gist of it..but this is a little outdated..http://www.islamicboard.com/faq.php?...utation_system
thank you so much sis,
i read it but the pictures didn't load so had no clue what it meant or what to click lol, all this time i thought it was the likes that helped reputation, how silly of me
(once again sorry to hijack your wonderfull thread )
Narrated Jubair ibn Mut’im: The Messenger of Allah (S.A.W), said: "He is not one us who calls for `Asabiyah, (nationalism/tribalism) or who fights for `Asabiyah or who dies for `Asabiyah." [Sunan Abu Dawud (Vol. 2, pg. 753) No. 5121]
And surely it´s much easier if your own language is English... If not, it might be harder.
Sis, I think your English is wonderful ma'sha'Allah. And besides, tbh writing is all about the emotions and images which are conveyed, it is the ideas which are important, and that transcends any language barriers.
And surely it´s much easier if your own language is English... If not, it might be harder.
sis i can perfectly understand/read your english, and if i can anyone can
just try your best and I'm sure we will love it
Narrated Jubair ibn Mut’im: The Messenger of Allah (S.A.W), said: "He is not one us who calls for `Asabiyah, (nationalism/tribalism) or who fights for `Asabiyah or who dies for `Asabiyah." [Sunan Abu Dawud (Vol. 2, pg. 753) No. 5121]
Picture A.
Summer had finally come again.It was going to be a very hot season this year around.As much as the scorching heat of the sun had came in she knew that a vacation was needed.Later that day when she was making little plans in her mind,she felt a cool breeze blowing outside her lawn.The sound of leaves dancing with the wind was enough to raise her spirits.She knew it was going to rain now as she glanced at the clouds above.Then suddenly a tiny drop fell upon her forehead then her shoes.Then another on the roses in her garden.She couldn't be any happier at this naturalistic sight of Mother Nature.So holding her hands up Sarah felt the magnificence of summer rain ,her heart beating for the joy that is in being alive .(just random effort on my part)
Two men sat on the bench. They didn´t know each others but for the short time the younger one had felt like he had found the kindred spirit and opened his heart to the older man. A lot had happened in his short life and all had been just only bad. Mistakes after mistakes, broken relationships, loosing friends, bad lifestyle and now he felt like he was on the edge of a precipice.
- Everything has gone. Everything what was important to me, everything I really believed. What I can do now except end this misery...
An old man was quiet, looked to the sky where the bright winter sun came just between the clouds and created a golden beam on the snow right in front of them.
- It´s never too late to repent, my young fellow, said the old man. - I can give you an excellent guide for the better life.
- What´s that? Does it give me back to life, said the young man in disbelief.
- You can´t get any better guide to your life. Believe me, I have followed it all my life, now nearly 80 years. You aren´t the only young man in this world who has sometime mess all your life.
The old man handed to younger one the Quran.
- Take this and follow the golden beam of the light of Islam.
- But I have sinned so much, said the young man. - Can anyone ever forgive me?
- Yes, said the old man. - Allah can. But now it´s already late and I need to go. If you like to talk another time, this is my favourite bench. You are always welcome here to the new talks.
- Thanks. I will come, said the young man who felt like a heavy stone would just fell from his heart...
Last edited by sister herb; 05-23-2016 at 06:20 PM.
Can I just say that we have some talented writers here on IB Mashaallah, I can't wait to post more pics and see what else you all come up with..it's so entertaining to read! Even without the pics I can imagine everything through your words...
@Arfa A Khan
your post made me miss the thundershowers in my town..
@sister herb
Such a beautiful story of hope, and here you felt so discouraged earlier i think you were just pulling our legs I think even if you chose to put the longer version it would have been fine..as long as it's not like 3 pages long its fine for the thread but wonderful story mashallah
@muslimah_B
I loved your descriptions! even I felt relieved that she got to shower in the rain after such a hot day lol
Hey there! Looks like you're enjoying the discussion, but you're not signed up for an account.
When you create an account, we remember exactly what you've read, so you always come right back where you left off. You also get notifications, here and via email, whenever new posts are made. And you can like posts and share your thoughts. Sign Up
strivingobserver98, noraina, sister herb, Arfa, Insignificant, Muezzin, 'abd al-hakeem liked this post
(i just realised this lol it doesn't show up on tap talk
)
The members here write such eloquent posts ma'sha'Allah. I'm sure even if you don't usually write you'd be surprised at how easy it is to express yourself in words once you channel your thoughts
)
I think even if you chose to put the longer version it would have been fine..as long as it's not like 3 pages long its fine for the thread
Hide
Looks like you're enjoying the discussion, but you're not signed up for an account.
Posting Permissions
Bookmarks