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This website contains short short stories, photographs, and poems as well as comments on celebrities (their talent and contributions). 

     Welcome to the Abdul Connection


Welcome, Bienvenido, Bienvenue.  Welcome to all internet lovers of fiction and poetry from the USA  to Europe to India.  A warm welcome too to internet  users from China (like them or not they are a quater of mankind). A special welcome to internet users from Iran of both persuasions, and to all from the Middle East.  Also a warm welcome to all internet lovers of fiction and poetry from the developing countries.

 Feedback is welcome from all visitors.

 

Authors Great and Gifted

Raymond Chandler

Raymond Chandler was born to a couple who were in a strained relationship.  When his parents divorced he moved to the UK and lived in England for a brief interval in his life.  Here in England he studied and later taught at Dulwich Preparatory School and while he taught he began writing his yet unpublished stories. 

During the First World War, he served in the Canadian Army and was later transferred to the RAF in 1918.

He had returned to the USA before the war ended, and after the War, he worked as a bank clerk in San Francisco.  He continued his writing though not until the age of45 did he commit himself to full time writing. He married Pearl Hurlburt who supported his writing career. 

Chandler did not write many novels.  However the novels he wrote had fast narratives, quick dialogues, and were full of suspense in every page, every paragraph.  His crime fiction was as morbid as any of the genre, yet the reader could always laugh along with Marlowe, Chandler's famous detective.

Raymond Chandler's few novels including The Big Sleep and Farewell My Lovely, written in 1939 and 1940, gave Humphrey Bogart a platform for rocketing to fame for his portrayal of Marlowe.

After writing his novel Double Indemnity, his wife happened to die.  Chandler was devastated and his writing career was badly affected.  He died in hospital in 1959 but lives on in the Mystery Writers Hall of Fame worldwide.

Actors Now and In The Past

Brad Pitt

Brad Pitt, actor extraodinaire, was born in Swanee, Oklahoma to a devout Baptist family.  After completing High School, he studied for a degree in journalism at the University of Missouri in order to gain his ambition, as an Advertising Arts Director.

However, with only two more credits ahead of him to graduate in Journalism, his inner self could not escape his childhood ambition to be in the Movies.  So he quit the University before the exams were due and left for Los Angeles to pursue an acting career.  Film acting comes naturally to Brad Pitt because it appears that after only seven months in LA he secured an acting career.  In the early part of his career, he made appearances in Dallas, a TV series and later made his film debut with a leading role in 'Cutting Glass' a horror movie, and then with Robert Redford in 1992, in the movie 'A River Runs  through it'.

However his first major success was in the movie 'Twelve Monkeys' where he portrays a psychiatric patient.  For this role, he earned a Golden Globe Award as best supporting actor.  He acheived even greater fame with the lead role in 'Babel' in 2006.  Brad is certainly gifted in all types of roles but it seems he is at his best in sombre and meaningful roles.

Tasteless Reviews

Just My soul  Responding-by Smokey Robinson

This song captures the mood felt by many Native Americans and Afro Americans, about the discrimination they often suffer at the hands of the Power Elite.  Smokey has given  a lot of wheight in this song to the existence of reservations for the Native Indians to live in, even though many of these original Americans are somewhat more patriotic than their fellow Americans.  They have kept their culture intact in spite of so many wars with the colonists who came later on.  Many of the Native Americans feel every bit patriotic. 

Just My Soul Responding has also included the sentiments of so many working class Afro Americans who feel cheated at being kept in poverty in spite of their part in building America.  Smokey draws on the fact of racial incitement in this song.

Most of Smokey Robinson songs are  almost without exception about 'boy meets girl' love affairs.  this is understandable as protest songs are limited in their capacity to change anything.   Nevertheless the song remains a timeless classic.

Casablanca

This excellent movie, is classed as a Romance film.  For  me it is both a romantic film and a Political Thriller at one and the same time.  The opening scenes of the movie show the exodus of Refugees from war torn Europe at the time of the Second World War. and the Nazi presence in Morrocco.

Central to the Movie is Rick the American Nightclub owner.  Yet the supporting character, Laslow is of close importance to this movie too.  The movie Casablanca demonstrates, through the events shown, how  a somewhat cynical man, feeling cheated by his lover (Ingrid Bergman) is still prepared to help her escape to the USA, at the cost of her joining Laslow on the flight and not himself.  This is what makes Casablanca such a powerful romance.  However this film equally demonstrates the courage and bravery of the French Resistance against the Nazis as exemplified by Laslow. 

The film was recorded in black and white, but it is every bit as colorful and lively as any classic movie.

Floods of Talent

'Messy Little Raindrops' by Cheryl Cole(Album Review)

The dominant attitude among music fans is to be suspicious of the standards of any new music album or song or even a new act.  People almost always feel reluctant to spend on a new music CD whether it is a CD Recording or an itunes album.  This is a result of tastes but also of the economic hardship recently suffered.

However I really feel an exception to the rule must be made in relation to the singer Cheryl Cole.  I reached this conclusion when I downloaded her album 'Messy Little Raindrops' on itunes.  My motive for doing so was really a type of loyalty.  Cheryl was born in Newcastle upon Tyne, and this town was the first town that I briefly lived in back in the early 1960's.

The latest album is promising but perhaps not as exiting as her debut album.  Still, I like what I have listened to so far.  Long may Cheryl survive on the music scene!


A New R&B Sensation


This is to introduce Emile Sande,  a new R&B singer.  I cannot help but admire her first debut single, "Next to Me".  This appears to be a love song, but also equally qualifies as a powerful gospel song. 

The song was followed up by another moving song "Read all about it"

 What can I say but "Rock on Soul Sister!"  May she have many more hit songs to her credit.

Poem 4



The Long Trek

by Hasan Abdul


The air is warmer

Yet it's sometimes colder

The summers are hotter

Yet often they are wetter

Now I find, all is gone

The world I knew, it shone

And now the viruses arrive

Now the illnesses stay

Few are left alive

And the meek cry today

For a treasure so apparent

For a promised covenant

Can the mighty ever bet

That nature is yet

A cause at which to peck

Saving the Earth is no long trek.

copyright by Hasan Abdulla, 11/2009

IN MEMORIAM

This website is dedicated to a very special person in my life. She a real martyr against intense prejudice. She is the reason why I exist. 

About my work


My work is inspired by the writings of Raymond Chandler.  I began my creative work with songwriting but could not match music to words. In the 1980's I gained an A Level in English, and then turned my attention to poetry and short stories.  Then I began to read the novels of Raymond Chandler and the short stories of Ellery Queen, and Alfred Hitchcock as well as others such as Hemingway.

I won a runner up  prize  for an essay on Peace in the early 1980's and launched  my writing work with the motivation gained by this prize.

More recently I got a favourable comment from a professional writer for a poem on the Virgin Mary and a four star rating for a short story entitled Danger Zone.  This helped me gain enormous confidence in writing.

Poem 5
Tinkerbell

Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell
Always dreaming for plenty
Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell
Get ready for the city
Tinkerbell, of Neverland
No one tries to understand
Cute  and lovely, Tinkerbell
I love you, so swell
Cute fairy, Tinkerbell
You are grand, I can tell
Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell,
So in love with Peter Pan
Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell,
I love you, and I can
Tinkerbell, of Neverland
Take me by the hand
Cute and pretty, Tinkerbell,
Come on out of that shell
Lovely little, Tinkerbell
Its Christmas time in the city
Just like a Land of Plenty.




Photographs-Cambridge

The above photographs were taken in the city of Cambridge, UK.
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When I arrived at the College campus, at the University of Cambridge, I was quite intrigued by the statues at the front entrance to Churchill College.  The statues were modern but at the same time were not vulgar or offensive.

When I checked in at the Porter's office, the Porter who checked my documents honestly thought I was a foreign student from overseas.  It took a slight bit of persuasion to convince him I am normally resident in Berkshire.

The porter provided accurate information as to how to get to my room where I was to stay for my holiday at the Campus grounds.  It seems they were confident of my ability to concentrate.

Throughout my holiday in the University I enjoyed the prices and the quality of the meals, the designs and paintings hung on the walls, and the large college campus grounds.

I also made the acquaintance of one or two College professors.
The City of Cambridge

Located at the back of a main shopping centre, the central library has some very good computers with powerful processors, and is well lit and well furnished.

The cafes and restaurants are somewhat expensive, though they provide value for  money.  As I expected, the Italian restaurants are overly generous with the amount provided for each meal purchased.

The transport to and from Churchill College was not as frequent as I had hoped.  Nevertheless, the citilink buses are very affluent in the interior.

The city centre has two main shopping plazas, each bigger than the Oracle and Broad Street Mall in Reading.

I was struck by the number of city parks, all larger than I had expected.

Most of the other University Campuses are in the city centre and I enjoyed taking snapshots of them with my digital camera.
The picture above is of one of the Cambridge University Colleges.  
Sculpture-Modern
This sculpture was photographed on the Churchill College campus.  It struck me as new and innovative.  Simple in design, it symbolises some interesting geometric concept.  It took some time for me to appreciate the skill behind the statue, not being an artist myself.

Poetry Sector

(Part 2)




Coral Island

 

The bright yellow sand

The gently cascading water

A Lone coral island

The palm trees grow as ever

The sun beating down its rays

Sunshine brings memories of vacations

In the past in childhood days

An island unlike all other nations

The green forest, the leafy hills

Beautiful birds, with glorious wings

No need for pain, or medical pills

Clear is the heart and soul that sings

Alone on this oasis

Tranquility, a silent bliss

Away from the distant lands

Where empty hearts, with loaded hands

Have no vision, have no hearing

Only vice, and spite and stealing

Alone it stands, against the tide

Calm, serene, no guilt to hide

A coral island, a barrier reef

From brutal reality, a soothing relief.

 

 

 

Postcards from Venice

 



Picture postcards, bright and quaint

Images of canals and boats

My mind is adrift, it floats

A Painting, of a chapel, of a saint

I imagine I'm on a gondola

Sailing on the waters

In my hand a soda

On our way, we go faster

From a hotel, to a museum

All a dream, all an illusion

Still the dream lingers

Both in heart and mind

Counting days on my fingers

Hoping to visit Venice

To leave my stress behind

Wishing on a chalice

That I see in my mind

Postcards from the city

I lie awake and empty

Supper time and the living is easy.  A group of pigeons enjoying their meal in the town centre here in Reading.
A portrait of an artiste as a prolific musician.  This lady plays excellent harpsichord during the weekends in Reading UK.
Announcement:
This is to announce that the content on this website will gradually be changing to mainly photographs.  This is due to receiving more recognition for my photographic work than in fiction.

POETRY SECTOR


Part  1


Poem 1


Suburbia

Here they come, like Nazi vehicles

Speeding like bullets, causing spectacles

ears go deaf, minds go numb

they crush us under their thumb

Racing here and there like bullets

with odious noises,  no one forgets

They have  no care for any life

they want your money and wife

Should you dare to be single

they will  not allow you to mingle

with people, with crowds, the world

People, have you ever heard

That speeding cars, they erupt

from gangsters, drug happy and bankrupt

These are the speeding cars of suburbia

free to indulge in a hideous fantasia


Poem 2



Mockingbird



A Love gone up in flames

a tramp everyone blames

Someone has lost his career

Another one is full of fear

Out comes the word

Here c omes the mockingbird

A crash on the motorway

No one comes to the rescue

Lives wasted and thrown away

And no one wants to be true

Out comes the word

Here comes the mockingbird

A fire burns a building

All those inside are burnt

The idle few are singing

and no one is feeling hurt

Have you all heard?

Here comes the mockingbird

A storm brews and billows

And no one cares or knows

Until all around is destruction

and people shout 'Armageddon'

Again out comes the word

The demon is the mockingbird

When God is never heard

And seen by us all

Can it really be absurd

That he will never hear our call?

A bird that does not exist

the heavens are but a  mist

In the minds of us all

and we blame the mockingbird.


Poem 3


 A Foreign Shore

 

I walked along a shore

on a coastline very foreign

the breeze was cool, whats more

The sands felt like a safe haven.

For here was a real serenity

from the rat race of modernity.

In a time gone past not ancient

A country prospers, still pleasant.

The palm trees along the sands

Were like any of foreign lands

Yet all around was a radiant glow

Of people busy, going to and fro

That foreign shore is changed

No longer sail the dhows on the coast

The land and people are enstranged

No one shares a toast

Yet for all we are proud of here

Life is shallow, no one has a care

Life is still worthy there.

Plymouth Harbour (continued)

 

 

Sean approached him slowly. 'Excuse me sir.'


'Try again in the morning', the clerk repliied qiuckly.

 

 

Sean stopped to turn around and then he tried once more.  The departure lounge was poorly lit and the young lady was getting nervous.

 

'This young lady wants to travel home.'

 

'Oh.  I thought it was you who required help.'  the clerk brightened up in a way that annoyed Sean.

 

'Can she board the ferry now?' Sean asked  him, suppressing his anger.

 

'Yes. Yes. Has she got her passport?'

 

Sean turned inquisitively at her.  The clerk looked at her suspiciously but then said:

 

'Well, she will have to sort that out when she gets to her destination.'

 

'Thank you.  Here is the money for the ticket.'  Sean handed him the money and gave the ticket to the lady.

 

The clerk seemed dissapointed.  The young lady embraced Sean warmly and headed off for the ferry.

 

'Strange lady' said Sean looking in her direction.

 

'All women are strange', replied the clerk laughing.

 

The next morning, Sean woke up in a bed and breakfast hotel and watched the news on the TV in the fining area.  It was announced that a young lady had succeeded in going to the Lebanon and that she was on the wanted list of suspects by the MOD police.  She was believed to have sailed from Plymouth.



This website is proud to include the poetry of Scarlet Monahan who has been kind enough to submit them.


Poem 1


Long Time no see

by Scarlet Monahan


"Remember me" I said to me,

"Not really mate" was my reply

"I used to be a friend of yours"

I apused and then I closed one eye

A Friend of mine, well bother me

With one eye closed I start to see

That maybe when in times gone bye

I met me once but was too shy

Poem 2


The while now hid

by Scarlet Monahan


Silently the night will move

From twilight through to day

And costing nought but time of us

At morning we must pray

In darkness, things first seen in light

Put forth a change of form

Twisting in the shadows of

The mind, from whence we are torn

And those may take advantage

Of the blanket held above

Who question not, the mood of wood

More busy with their love

The rain may come and give a sound

Too lonely at the start

of hollow thought and memory

Found hiding in the heart

Quick closing eyes, protect us all

Behind the falling lid

Dark without, forgotten soon

Till wake, the while now bid.

Travel Notes

A Dream Destination
A Visit to Cambridge

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 On the 6th of July this year, 2012, I went to the Railway Station in Reading to start a journey to one of my dream destinations, namely Cambridge. It would be the first train ride for several years, the previous one being to London.  I reached an excessively busy platform where trains were arriving and leaving for Paddington, London every ten minutes or so.  Not having travelled by rail for some years, I did not realise I had to change stations at Paddington for Kings Cross.  As a result  I faced a delay of some hours before finally heading off for Cambridge where the famous University is located.

At my arrival at Paddington Station, I thought I would be able to take a British Railways train or at least a shuttle to Kings Cross.  I had forgotten and indeed was disappointed at having to use the London Underground just to change to the Kings Cross Station. After all, it had been such a long time since I travelled by rail.

When I arrived at Kings Cross station I was impressed by the size, aspect and the neatness of the station, notwithstanding the fact that the station was being refurbished.  I took the first direct train to Cambridge and I enjoyed the ride.

The train ride to Cambridge was more than adequate compensation for the inconvenience of changing stations from Paddington to Kings Cross.

As the train rode along the tracks towards the city of Cambridge, I looked out and saw the gently sloping countryside with its alpine green vegetation, some small villages, and clusters of dark green trees dotted around the landscape.  It became clear to me why the environmental campaigners have such a deep passion for their overall objectives.

When I arrived at the Cambridge Central Railway Station, it was different to what I had imagined, and instead was a very open aired, well maintained railway station.

After checking out, I was skeptical at first about taking a taxi, but was lucky enough to meet a taxi driver who was efficient and reliable, and did not underestimate his fare charge.



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On the day of my return journey, I woke up exceptionally early and checked in at the Porters office to leave.  However he persuaded me to wait and have breakfast before leaving to which I reluctantly agreed.  After having breakfast in the usual dining hall, I headed off for the city centre by bus to the rail station.

On reaching the city centre I decided I would go straight to the Railway Station instead of lingering around first in the shopping area.

I boarded a busy train to Kings Cross which was rather crowded.

After changing at Kings Cross to Paddington Station, I boarded the train to Reading. On reaching Reading itself, I was confronted with the same usual noises of traffic and road repairs, and once again settled for the idea that "now I found that the world is round, and of course it rains every day."  (as sung by the Bee Gees).

Poetry Sector,

Part 2

(continued)


Green Tambourine


Pictures of a mansion

Amid a garden of plenty

Dreams of a grand vacation

Where hearts are not empty

Hopes of a life serene

And a green tambourine

Visions of a home divine

Where all the plans made

Were no-one's but mine

A home that's a shade

Against a bitter past

Hopes of a life serene

And a green tambourine

Images of a magnificent garden

Flowers and trees abundant

Better than an Eden

Full of life not vacant

Hopes of a life serene

And a green tambourine

A dreamer since I was a teen

Not one ambition have I seen

Hopes of a life serene

And a green tambourine

Photographs-Roses
These red roses were photographed in the Forbury Gardens in Reading, UK
Yellow Roses
I found this bunch of lovely yellow roses in the same area of the Forbury Gradens mentioned above.
Four White Roses
The above three pictures of roses in bloom were taken locally and about a few weeks ago.