Christmas Month Puzzle Box 14: On The Matter Of How The Big Friendly Giant ROSE Samka To New Heights!

Luscious servings of gunpowder tea and with it the heavenly accomplice of shortbread biscuits were both duly scoffed down in the local manor house with deserved relish, and no sooner than an hour had passed that Samka and I had reached a hearty consensus that we were fully recharged and ready to hit the road in her new chocolate truffle of a wheelie ‘box’. We made our way out of the great big doors of the mansion when the flurry of excitement, that we had built up in reminiscing of our wild navigations in the woods, was quickly hemmed in by a forlorn and sad sight in front of us.

A large tree had been ruthlessly chopped down to the ground and all that was left of its presence was the low-lying and pale cross-section of its base, a bare plateaux of trunk, and in the same way a neck strains to breathe, it morosely stuck out of the ground. My eyes crouched in silence, I felt its roots over my aura, whispering into my ear of its hushed dream to strive towards Life. It was not dead.

A broken tree, a broken lung of the world, abandoned to negligence it was, but I was critical in my determination to tell its story and have it engraved in the mantelpiece of undying myth. As long as people made their way to my words the severed trunk would never only just amount to an inconsequential stump of wood, it would always mean to whomsoever read of it, something much, much more. I wished for people to see that by sensing the missing of its parts there would arise the ironic spread of a bridge for remembering what it once was even though You do not have the memory of its healthy form in the first place. You are doing this right now. You can see the tree in its glorious entirety. What is this Force? It is called IMAGINATION my dear Reader and it is the lifeblood that is the foundation for coping with the mysteriousness of Life and Death.

Stalwart in my Vision, I briefed Samka that she ought to join Forces with our stumpy friend in an act of defiance against those who sought to rid and rob of the tree’s significance. We were both childhood climbers of trees, spent our days under their strong boughs whilst white blossoms, one at a time, would float down on our faces and heads, the kinsfolk of stars they seemed to our captivated eyes. Though it was not in our power to repair the limbs of this muted giant, I was aware that we were at least in possession of the gift to imbue it with immortality and raise its Spirit.

And without a moment’s hesitation Samka leapt on top of the flat truncated surface of the tree that once was, and immediately the morbid scene of loss and breakage transformed into a burst of new daybreak! Without my saying anything, Samka had soon placed one hand on her knee in a bent-in posture as if she were expressing open solidarity with the tree that she, too, had once been a creature of broken knees and broken dreams. Two casualties of an existential war.  Not to seal the end of the composition so swiftly, Samka then continued to shift until she lifted an assertive hand to her hip on the right, a striking sign of her recognition that she was a woman who was prepared to fight against all odds – even forfeiting broken legs and knees – so that she may reach the doors of her dreams. She had eloquently conveyed my own Story…  ♥ 

No longer was the tree’s stump a cut-off point – a raw remembrance of what had been lost – instead, the delicate but robust figure of Samka instilled a renewed purpose to the tree and it became as though the hard and cold platform that she stood upon had grown to accept that it could live again, as the wide palm of The Selfish Giant himself, except he was not selfish in the slightest, he was giving and receiving with his friend with whatever little he had. He felt the joy of purpose pulse across the dry desert of his giant palm, and he greatly loved the return of what it felt to be needed and remembered.

He was not alone anymore and that made him as happy as any giant could ever be to which I heard him sing into the air, “I am the Big Friendly Giant and plenty of Force I still have inside of me, with it I shall raise the Spirits of all those who come to know of me!

So, remember dear Reader, to be confronted with something broken can upset us, the sharp poignancy of our inability to revert to an earlier whole state taunting us forever, like shadows whom we chase relentlessly and never once catch.

But everything and everyone has a Purpose and that is why I suppose when two broken things meet for the first time ‘there is a great disturbance in the Force’. Not the dark sort, more like a cheerful combustion of rainbows taking place all over the world at the same time… ♥♥♥

LINK: https://hannahgraces.wordpress.com/2012/04/21/snozzcumbers/      

Christmas Month Puzzle Box 14: On The Matter Of How The Big Friendly Giant ROSE Samka To New Heights!

“… He was not alone anymore and that made him as happy as any giant could ever be to which I heard him sing into the air, “I am the Big Friendly Giant and plenty of Force I still have inside of me, with it I shall raise the Spirits of all those who come to know of me…”

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Sparsholt Countryside|Hampshire | UK 2015

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The Story Of The Red Berries Tied On A String

To My Faithful Reader & My Unknown Goofy-Toothed Admirer ♥ 

I can sense so strongly and perceptively the eyes of so many of you waiting to see what I would write tonight. Ah, just look at all these curious eyes, secretly watching for me to birth new Words into the fertile womb of the screen… :))

I have only just returned to the virtual world and find myself swaying in the great swathe of an AMAZING ALLIANCE denoted by the tricolour flag of France. What a wonderful visual confirmation of the solidarity of our commitment to a world that strives for peace, equal rights and intolerance to injustice to humanity. I was compelled to follow down the same path and opt to do as others have done but I shall not. I am barely on Facebook. Instead I chose to employ my artistic palette to my expression of grief but a grief that has not compromised my deeply embedded sense of Hope. I sat down and closed my eyes and prayed to God to guide me in this darkest and shadow-infested hour. It was restored into my remembrance that this kind of horrific burden and tragic reality is endured every day and every night by people in other parts of this world. Here in England I live. Over there, they must survive. What an universe of a difference exists in those two words alone.

As the mists of indecisiveness parted gradually in my mind I saw what I had to create. Something deceptively simple, by any standard, and yet which accurately captured my Vision of an ALLIANCE built upon the principle of humanitarianism and a core value that celebrates the common thread that runs through us all irrespective of where we began our roots on this earth. The Children In Need Star Wars sketch was aired about the same time as the dreadful Paris attacks mounted and I will thus interpret this timing as an affirmation that if Darkness pervades, Light too has risen from its soporific horizon… :))

Evil is not born. Evil is indoctrinated. Good is not born. Good is inspired.

A GOOD ALLIANCE seeks eternally to inspire… ♥
Infinities of red berries on string, 
Always Your Mazzy xxx

The Story Of The Red Berries Tied On A String

“… a core value that celebrates the common thread that runs through us all irrespective of where we began our roots on this earth…”

Image, Concept & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015 

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention! EPISODE III

Dear Reader & Mr You in a galaxy far far away

I feel as though I am the blessed custodian of sacred and secret knowledge who is about to, with the fullness of heart and vitality of spirit, unleash the final part of what has been kept safe so that You, too, may benefit from its illuminating effects as it has done so for me. I am, of course, referring to my final Star Wars comic cover that will complete the jolly triptych and seal it with the epic atmospheric strata characteristic of historic cinematic trilogies! Ahem, ahem, what were You thinking about?! Giggle, giggle! :)) :)) :))

I do hope this unprecedented creative project that had started out on an impulse brought oodles of happiness to You as it did for me in the making of it. I am quite a busy old lady but, with the determined enterprise of a true Jedi, if I put my mind to something – especially if it is designed with the motivation to bring joy to others like Yourself – then I shall always find time to transform my Vision into reality. Do not be disheartened by the fact that my physical eyes cannot see You take delight in what I create, I have always relied on my true Eyes to capture the essences You leave behind each and every time You cast Your attentions onto my humble presentations. That in itself is enough to make me want to forever strive to better myself as an Artist authentic to the Voice of her heart…♥

The narrative voice box in this comic cover ends with the teasing cliff-hanger to the tune of “To Be Continued…” I assure You that sometime in the future You will see additional hilariously formatted installments that express my penchant for comic book dabblings! Watch this space attentively!

Oh, before I do disappear to bed I should like to announce – and I rub both my hands rigorously with electrical excitement as I prepare myself to A-MAZ-E You – that Mr J.J. Abrams, director of FORCE AWAKENS, has revealed today on the news that MAZ KANATA, the lady pirate gifted with the special eyes, was always present in the official poster, right under Your noses, but that no one had spotted her, presumably because of her diminutive size overshadowed by the other well-familiar characters. Let me ask You a question, and please answer to Your best of knowledge, has there been a Jedi granny from Winchester with special Eyes who has ever so earnestly been prattling on about Admiral Telescopes for the last week or so?! Now You know why! Ahem, ahem, stop looking at me so deeply – blushing is in breach of my Jedi code…  ♥

Though I am short it never stopped me from seeing my favourite Star,
Eternally Your Mazzy xxx

LINK: http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/lupita-nyongos-mystery-star-wars-839700

LINK 2: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3315846/Lupita-Nyong-o-s-Force-Awakens-character-Maz-Kanata-revealed-hiding-poster-along.html

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention!  EPISODE III

“… has there been a Jedi granny from Winchester with special Eyes who has ever so earnestly been prattling on about Admiral Telescopes for the last week or so?! Now You know why! Ahem, ahem, stop looking at me so deeply – blushing is in breach of my Jedi code… “

 

Photography, Comic Design & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

 

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention! EPISODE II

Dearest Reader & Mr You ♥ 

The pleasure centres of my nerdy brain were so immensely gratified by the creation of my flashy comic book tribute to Star Wars that after returning from my teaching duties tonight I simply could not resist! Yes, my beloved Reader, I adopted a full-steam ahead mentality and gave in to my delectable temptation to rustle up yet another cover, starring my rocket fuel in human form – my nephew Zack – as the star attraction! I know You indulged in a hearty giggle with the first edition so surely a second offering will be indubitably proficient in putting the hugest of stars in Your eyes!

I include some A-MAZ-ING breaking news, just released from over the pond. A few hours ago Entertainment Weekly announced that it will be publishing collector’s edition covers lovingly dedicated to the new film and have included to mention that first glimpses of exclusive photography of some of the primary characters will be contained within. And, if You WATCH the video at the top of their page You will find it a difficult challenge to avert Your eyes away from the background WALL, for it bears the name of my most treasured and brightest star, Sirius. I love to A-MAZ-E You… ♥

Oh, and by the way, when my Eyes had wondered off to that beautiful wall in Birmingham Library, it was unlike the chap in the video since both my feet had shoes on at the time, yet I still request that You do not call him STUPID, it is the way of us geeks to behave in this wibbly-wobbly manner… :)) :)) :))

True Love is the Force by which my WORDS come alive!
Your Mazzy xxx

LINK: http://www.ew.com/article/2015/11/11/star-wars-force-awakens-ew-cover

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention! EPISODE II

“I know You loved the first edition so surely a second offering will be indubitably proficient in putting the hugest of stars in Your eyes…!”

Photography, Comic Design & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention!

Dear Readers & in a galaxy far far away my Mr… ♥ 

Ask anyone in my extended family and they will tell You, with an exhausted shake of the head I hasten to add, that there are two particular individuals who were born with a jumbo-sized and unassailable keen passion for the ways of the Force, the path of the Jedi. Mention STAR WARS and the two in question will follow it up with a spinning motion of the feet proceeded by a rushing round the room in a burst of the most ear-cracking joy that even the remnant radiation left from the mighty Big Bang is made subject to seriously consider shutting down shop! Giggle, giggle!

Who could they be? Oh how daft of You to employ such stupidity on such a sacred a topic!

Zack and I, of course! Pfffshhht!

Little Zack of 8 glorious years is my adorable nephew who lives in Birmingham with my brother, a film buff in his own right. All three of us spent an absolutely cracking afternoon in the biggest comic shop I had ever laid eyes on to the extent that I was madly out of breath by the brute indecisiveness of what to buy, so many vintage comics that I wanted to slurp them all up! Bangles and lipstick and pretty shoes can never match the sheer awesomeness of a good comic, and my bookshelves have ample varieties of them, each a trophy that glitters to my eye with the pounding message that it wants to be read once more!

I wanted to do something a little different to celebrate that super cool memory of scooting around a comic shop with my Jedi Apprentice, Zack and, as is customary of eccentrics, in a flash of strawberry-flavoured lightning the idea came to me – that I could conjure up my own comic cover! That is precisely what I did! I have sent a copy to Zack and his family and I share it with You, too, for I know in my Soul that when You look upon this amusing aspect of my twinkle-toed creative Vision You’ll want to meet me more than ever, after all, how many Asian ladies do You know who, in their spare hour, want to do nothing more than to create their very own science-fiction memorabilia?! Giggle, giggle… :)) :)) :))

Oh, and, it might be wise to view the contents of my comic cover with that fine brass Admiral telescope I sent You previously, otherwise, may I suggest that You seek a suitable zooming-in facility to draw closer to Your eyes my Words… ♥

Always Your Hidden, Loving Polymath
Mazzy xxx

 

The Force Is Strong In My Family: A Comic Convention!

“… Ask anyone in my extended family and they will tell You, with an exhausted shake of the head I hasten to add, that there are two particular individuals who were born with a jumbo-sized and unassailable keen passion for the ways of the Force, the path of the Jedi…”


Photography, Comic Design & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Birmingham | Midlands | UK 2015

The Fugitive Of Your Desire

An A-MAZ-ING Afterword To my consistently attentive Reader – and Mr You ♥ 

If You are in England or Europe tonight – or have the highly suspect capacity to intercept British airwaves from another part of the planet – then You are in for a lavish treat of intergalactic significance! The BBC have revealed that tonight in aid of our Nation’s most beloved charity – CHILDREN IN NEED – as touchingly symbolised by Pudsey, the yellow TEDdy bear with one eye, Dr Watson of Sherlock fame will attempt to emulate the ways of the Force, the Jedi Mind Trick to be precise, to detect my exact whereabouts! Giggle, giggle! I provide the link below!

A hearty thank you to Destiny for listening to the Voice of my Words and recruiting the services of the BBC to bring them to life, all so for a very GOOD cause that brings New Hope to the most fabulous people on earth, the Children… ♥

Watson, I admire You more than ever for Your never walking away from a Great Puzzle!
Eternally Your Mazzy xxx

LINK: http://www.radiotimes.com/news/2015-11-13/martin-freeman-feels-the-force-in-star-wars-children-in-need-sketch

I am the scientist’s enigma and the religious man’s quandary
I paint over white shirts, their staidness unresolved by laundry
Always behind You and yet one step ahead
Crumbling the Ego to cluck as like a Rhode Island Red
Premonitions are my faculty, after all it is a kind of remembering
Remembering from the future, why, is Your Logic dismembering?
And such is my finesse – I wear a smug grin as I lean back to sip my tea
All the while, two daring detectives, are no where near to catching me…

P.S. Study the note carefully, it shall be of extreme significance at a later date… ♥

The Fugitive Of Your Desire..

“And such is my finesse – I wear a smug grin as I lean back to sip my tea
All the while, two daring detectives, are no where near to catching me…!”

Image & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015

The End Is Only The Beginning…

‘Surya Namashkar’ is an ancient Indian yogic posture, consisting of the pressing of the palms of both hands together in celebratory salutation to the Sun, the symbol of a new day awakening with promise and renewal. In this final photograph extracted from the chronicles of my adventures in Paris, my baby sister, quite unexpectedly, performed the gesture just before I pressed down the shutter button. I was certainly taken aback at the time but, back in the comforts and contemplative atmosphere of the drawing room in England, it dawned on me that I could decipher a timeless piece of wisdom that had elegantly formulated itself into the composition thanks to my sister’s sudden flight of fancy. Opposing disappearance into the abyss of oblivion, some things in this world of ours triumph over mortality, consistently strive to rebirth themselves under new suns… :))

Eternally Yours,
Mazzy xxx

No hint did she, small sister of mine, give me before my taking the shot
That after shutter button to go down she’d have my brains in a square knot
For little did I know that her devious ingenuity was at premium-grade play
Fusing two ancient cultures together to have me send You on a tea tray:
A glass soul had been raised to the sky, yesteryear’s brick Pyramid sang of eternal afterlife
And Jen’s Surya Namaskar, palm ballet of new morn, tearing darkness with a knife… :))

“… A glass soul had been raised to the sky, yesteryear’s brick Pyramid sang of eternal afterlife
And Jen’s Surya Namaskar, palm ballet of new morn, tearing darkness with a knife…”

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Louvre Pyramid | Louvre Museum | Paris | France 2015

Diaries Of An Island Girl: Your Seamstress Of The Seas

On the request of a very special Friend of mine I am re-posting this diary entry chronicling my adventure to an enchanting maritime kingdom, whose land was unfamiliar and new, and yet I fell into its arms with the readiness of a homeward pilgrim. I know YOU will shudder a smile as You open the Link below containing the latest post from the island: I had stood at this very playground, but tonight, a great spinning temple ringed in red has arisen, as if by Magic… :))

LINK: https://www.facebook.com/VisitTheNeedles/photos/a.1015665945151433.1073741908.172664322784937/1016709061713788/?type=1&theater

‘Lost – sorry – Lot’s Wife’
Mazzy x

I am the daughter of an island nation. The British isles may not have conjured into existence my ancestral line but she is my Mother nevertheless and I have become of the belief that it is her jagged hemline of rocky coasts reaching in every direction, ragingly glossed over by the force of the ocean’s voice in the form of tidal waves, that is the explanation behind why my heart is forever a magnet towards the kingdoms of the sea. Like a helpless silver fish that squirms and wriggles in the fisherman’s net in the futile attempt to free itself, I, too, cannot be landlocked for too long a time and must seek out the tasty alertness of salty air, the noisy shrills of wayward gulls, the avarice of wet sands and the mysterious plaits of algae before my soul succumbs to stagnation.  It is as though my spirit only agreed to occupy human form on the condition that in life it may seek out its borderless essence in the infinite watery mirrors of the seas.

The present photo-diary is but an abridged version of a recent expedition to an island off the coast of southern England. Famed for its boat building history, its fair pull of poets and writers, and the once location of Queen Victoria’s summer palace, the Isle of Wight is a diamond-shaped island that floats quite happily on Channel waters. The geographical signatures one is struck by immediately upon coming here are the sight of windswept majestic cliffs, some made of coarse stones whereas others are sandy and soft. They rise as far as the eye can see and, if you are observant enough, you might even be lucky enough to spot the fossilised remains of dinosaur bones, the island is an indisputable haven for budding palaeontologists!

The most famous landmark on the Isle of Wight and the first Susie, Agnes and myself were determined to venture towards is called ‘The Needles’. Situated on the western coast, these comprise of three pillars of chalk that defiantly rise out of the sea, not at all far from Alum Bay. There is an adorable Lighthouse on the outer end of the formation and I would have dearly loved to climb it and look out from its top window, pretending to guide the lost out at sea back to the comforting embrace of the shore. For those with an appetite for history, you may be intrigued to know that there is a fourth ‘needle’ called ‘Lot’s Wife’ but it collapsed in a ferocious storm in 1764. Ironically, it is this submerged rock that shares the strongest resemblance to a needle rather than the three that are visible to the eye. Lot, himself, is a biblical figure, cited in both Christianity and Islam, venerated as a prophet and messenger of God.

As I silently stood on the edge of the grassy hill overlooking The Needles I felt as though I had come one step closer to solving the mystery of why my heart was so persistently drawn to the abstruse beauty of the sea. Is there a needle out there, below the hidden blue depths that once belonged to me, whose powers are pen-like and curative? And then it came to me, in slow hushes, in sweet trickles, the memory that indeed such a magical needle was mine and that no matter where I found myself in the world I, the Seamstress of the people, could always entrust Mother Nature to hear my prayers and awaken life into my needle, letting it twirl and stitch and send off gifts to those for whom a smile is a treasure long-awaited…  :))

Diaries Of An Island Girl: Your Seamstress Of The Seas

“… I, the Seamstress of the people, could always entrust Mother Nature to hear my prayers and awaken life into my needle, letting it twirl and stitch and send off gifts to those for whom a smile is a treasure long-awaited… “

 

Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | The Needles | Isle Of Wight 2015

My Warrior Of Light

The One whom my soul longs for, my worship a river’s fixedness towards his sea
Is not a master of muscles famed for his figure, obsessed with Vitamins A to D
It is his heart that I am in Love with, fearless as the swordsman of my photograph
In adversity’s maw and the chaos of the world, he braves forward, brazen and tough
A Lionheart strong and tender, think not he is a dweller of fantasy, afraid of stage-fright
A Noor to equal mine, peak song of transcendence, O my Warrior of Light…

EPILOGUE: Hats off to the spooky but deliciously felicitous timing of Facebook’s posting behaviour because I have just stumbled on Britain’s most famous comedic treasure, the lovable rogue and rascal of the streets, whose heart always gleamed of the purest gold, I am proud to give You, ‘Del Boy’! In his trademark silly baker boy hat, yukky faux pas and bright red turtle-neck jumper, sporting one of my incense sticks – I hope, the chap notoriously associated with countless accounts of rib-tickling antics, says it best. I’ll let You discover his quote for Yourself. Dare to face me? Giggle, giggle, toes a-wiggle… :))

LINK:  https://www.facebook.com/onlyfoolsandhorses/photos/a.265909810146284.62761.183903635013569/896267390443853/?type=1&theater

My Warrior Of Light

“… A Lionheart strong and tender, think not he is a dweller of fantasy, afraid of stage-fright
A Noor to equal mine, peak song of transcendence, O my Warrior of Light… “

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015

The Fragrant Spells Of My Poetry

I sit by my desk in light summer evenings embraced by the nymphs of sepia sun
A wood fairy lifts from my pen, the pen and incense become as One
Eaglewood spirit whose breath mimics memories of pasts that cannot be kept
A breeze of Tibetan cedar, flecks of Japanese plum suddenly swept
White paper grows, I can conjure cloud mist kingdoms beyond my Home
I, Your Poetess, the scintillating bosom of every letter’s foam…

EPILOGUE: You asked for a poem about my curious incense collection and as I was at the mercy of the tyrannical force of tease from everything, including the voice of the midday sunshine over my rooftop, the concerted protest had me cornered and thus the aforementioned poem came to life. Poetry is Life and You do not need to be a master hand at the pen to appreciate its world of complex simplicities and simple complexities! Giggling away again, I do apologise! Spend Your day penning a little something for me, no need to send it on here, I am rather adept at reading things from afar. Click on the Link below and have a chance to travel back in time and witness how a single tube of ink can sow the seeds of goodness into the world…  :))

LINK: https://www.facebook.com/oxfordalumni/photos/a.145063887910.112643.90918377910/10153317010492911/?type=1&theater

The Fragrant Spells Of My Poetry

“… I sit by my desk in light summer evenings embraced by the nymphs of sepia sun
A wood fairy lifts from my pen, the pen and incense become as One

 

Photography & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015