There is this Arabic proverb that goes like: “One can’t give what they don’t have”
Well, according to my understanding to this proverb, I think it’s untrue.. Simply because I obtained a lot of different things from people who didn’t have these things.. And sometimes didn’t even intentionally want to give them (things) to me..
For instance, I learned how NOT to be nosey cu’z of people who were waaaaaaaay too nosey.. I, by observing them, saw how bad it is for one’s self and for others to be nosey.. And so forth..
Daddy for instance, gave me something he didn’t have.. And intentionally.. The English language.. Baba isn’t that fluent in English.. But ever since I was little, he taught me English.. Not by sending me to English schools only, but by teaching me English.. Now you’ll tell me so this goes with the proverb; he had to learn it and HAVE it to give it to you! Well, no!! That didn’t happen.. In the fourth grade for example, he took my social studies book, and translated all the complex words (not memorized them, but translated them using a dictionary, flipping through it's pages for days) and sat with me on the dining table & made sure that I understood & memorized them all.. When I use the word ‘different’, I remember dad.. the word ‘tide’.. You know what I'm talking about? Like how some smells remind you of things.. Words.. they take me back.. Right now, my eyes are heating up, and tears are coming on the way.. Breathe.. Breathe.. Aahhh!! Bien.. Okay.. Baba.. I really miss him.. InshaAllah he’d come back safely.. My sister sent him a message yesterday saying: “The house with no baba, is like a cell without a cell wall..”.. My heart twinges.. How on earth am I going give him thanks?! Not anything on this earth is worth anything baba did.. And still does.. If I bring him the whole world, it won’t mean anything.. What he does is priceless.. Who’s ever going to take care of me the way he and mama do?!?!?!?! I always wonder!! I remember how he taught me how to ride my red bike.. I remember how he’d hold the seat from the back to make me feel safe.. He'd touch me every now & then & run next to me.. "You can do it, you can do it ya saroor..".. With him I’m in safe hands..
For instance, I learned how NOT to be nosey cu’z of people who were waaaaaaaay too nosey.. I, by observing them, saw how bad it is for one’s self and for others to be nosey.. And so forth..
Daddy for instance, gave me something he didn’t have.. And intentionally.. The English language.. Baba isn’t that fluent in English.. But ever since I was little, he taught me English.. Not by sending me to English schools only, but by teaching me English.. Now you’ll tell me so this goes with the proverb; he had to learn it and HAVE it to give it to you! Well, no!! That didn’t happen.. In the fourth grade for example, he took my social studies book, and translated all the complex words (not memorized them, but translated them using a dictionary, flipping through it's pages for days) and sat with me on the dining table & made sure that I understood & memorized them all.. When I use the word ‘different’, I remember dad.. the word ‘tide’.. You know what I'm talking about? Like how some smells remind you of things.. Words.. they take me back.. Right now, my eyes are heating up, and tears are coming on the way.. Breathe.. Breathe.. Aahhh!! Bien.. Okay.. Baba.. I really miss him.. InshaAllah he’d come back safely.. My sister sent him a message yesterday saying: “The house with no baba, is like a cell without a cell wall..”.. My heart twinges.. How on earth am I going give him thanks?! Not anything on this earth is worth anything baba did.. And still does.. If I bring him the whole world, it won’t mean anything.. What he does is priceless.. Who’s ever going to take care of me the way he and mama do?!?!?!?! I always wonder!! I remember how he taught me how to ride my red bike.. I remember how he’d hold the seat from the back to make me feel safe.. He'd touch me every now & then & run next to me.. "You can do it, you can do it ya saroor..".. With him I’m in safe hands..
I still remember back in school when kids were embarrassed of their parents.. They wouldn’t want them to come to the parents/teacher meetings; as their parents’ English was bad & it would humiliate them(kids)!!!! Or when girls wouldn’t want to go shopping with their mothers; ‘cuz they believe walking with them is a shame!!
I love you daddy :)
I love you mama :)
I love you to the point that it aches from inside..
May Allah bless me with your presence until my last breath.. Amen.
" We enjoined the human being to honor his parents. His mother bore him arduously, gave birth to him arduously, and took intimate care of him for thirty months. When he reaches maturity, and reaches the age of forty, he should say, "My Lord, direct me to appreciate the blessings You have bestowed upon me and upon my parents, and to do the righteous works that please You. Let my children be righteous as well. I have repented to You; I am a submitter." "
Qur'an [46:15]
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